I simply never tire of making Sex and the City references in terms of my own life. Remember the episode where Carrie is trying out the trapeze for an article but can’t muster up the trust and gumption to let go? This is also the episode where Charlotte marries Harry. Anyway, the episode ends with Carrie trying and missing a catch but feeling good because her girls are on the sidelines watching and she realizes she has a real-life safety net in them. It’s ok to let go. I am so thankful and lucky to have more safety nets than a girl deserves. And they are all there in their own ways whether one block away or 200+ miles whether I ask for the help or not. I don’t want this to sound as though I am tooting my own horn because truly I am not but I have to share this gratitude in some way. I felt so lucky and thankful when I walked into Brigitte and Brian’s house last night for what was supposed to be a cheesy 70s-themed girl’s night to celebrate my birthday and much to my surprise several of my beloved Indianapolis friends start pouring out of the kitchen to surprise both Vanessa and I for our June birthdays – orchestrated by Melody, Brigitte, Eric and Vanessa – who unknowingly was planning her own surprise party. The theme was 70s (because that’s when we were born) and the creativity poured into making that theme work was impressive. They even used all 1970s recipes but adapted: A cheese log but with crab instead of chipped beef, pigs in blankets but with turkey sausages, deviled eggs, and a lemon bundt cake that was ridiculously fabulous. And if anyone still thinks I knew but didn’t act like I did, I can assure you I would not have worn the crazy pink caftan and head scarf had I known people other than the girls would have been there
In any case, I could go on for pages about how wonderful it was – seeing folks I had not seen in awhile, spending the last precious moments with Matt and Kristin who are off to St. Louis tomorrow morning, and being surrounded by people I love. Friends like this make the 6 inches of water back in my basement again all ok – it’s ok to let go.



Aw shucks. We love ya.