Great weekend. Dinner on Friday with friends. Crazy, hard workout with friends on Saturday morning. Ran around the rest of the day with my best friend. We had coffee together, went to two grocery stores, walked dogs, went to our first OSU women’s gymnastics meet (super fun, I might add), enjoyed a great steak, and finished it off with a little KU vs. UK on ESPN. In between those kairos, kinda, simple moments I read some in a few of my current reads and did a little work in prep for this week. Didn’t really feel like work – any of it.
Sunday was up early and riding with friends. First ride in forever and it felt great. Beautiful ride out toward Plain City (great name, huh). Coffee with Miss and then it was off to Church where we met up with Tay. Church was all about discovering and using our gifts. Who knew how important your “love to’s” really are. Your love to’s point toward your purpose, friend. God didn’t wire us up for loathe. He wired us each uniquely for something good, something sweet, and something that will light us up in the most beautiful, energizing, glow. So good to be reminded.
After church we met up at CPK for some salad and noodles. Miss headed home to begin dinner prep and Tay wanted me to go shopping with him. Shopping? With Tay? His idea? Who knew? We headed down the mall and an hour later I had discovered the bald spot on the back of my head and how good Tay looks in a cardigan. FM, baby. We headed home and he wanted me to show him how to check his oil on the Subaru and look at a few blotches on the paint job. Loved it. As we did we talked about his upcoming leadership role in Young Life and how much fun he’s having playing soccer in a variety of ways. He looks great and seems so settled at school. My heart bounced. He told me about his hard classes and in a blink he was back in my office with the door closed – studying. Later that afternoon he snuck in a quick workout, showered, grabbed his clean clothes and headed back to school. We had had a great number of hours together, however.
As he headed out, Lynee and Nickies came in. Nick (96) came over to see if his daughters spaghetti was really better than all the restaurant varieties he’s been trying over the years. He already knew the answer. We shared some wine, some laughs, and some stories. It was good. Of course there were a few calls to Mom and Krits sprinkled into the weekend and they too were good. Nothing big, nothing huge, nothing negative. You see, great memories are more about the ratio of positive to negative emotions than they are about anything. And, few things are as energizing as hanging with your few. Few things vs. few friends. I like a few things. In fact, I like quite a few things. I love a few. I love a few family, friends, and clients.
Few friends. Everytime. Good…
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