so many good feelings

hmmm... a satisfied hum escapes my lips as i reflect back on the past three-days.  celebrating my man's 22nd year of life.  a man i think so highly of- the one whom i can't help but pinch his beautiful dimpled cheeks & just look at him with such love that i think my heart might just burst right out of my chest.  that man, you might know of him.  three-days of a convention that we've never been to before, yet somehow it felt so much our own.  being the recipient of so many warm hugs & short meaningful conversations.  making new connections & re-visiting some old ones, even by chance sharing lunch with a woman who shared stories about my gramma whom i never got to meet.  hard to explain how it feels to hear about a person i so automatically love without ever having met her, solely because of the strong bond i have with her daughter, my mother.  stumbling upon a spanish sing one afternoon, stumbling thru hymns with our rocky spanish. asking "que numero & repita por favor" every other song.  some of it coming back, kinda like riding a bike.  feeling excited, re-igniting a deep desire to immerse ourself in a spanish speaking country someday.  being given the courage to fight the "imaginary lions" that live within me & being given wings that made my heart feel as tho it must be soaring somewhere high above me in the sky. obeying the voice i usually ignore, feeling the difference, feeling so deeply thankful.  sharing pain & tears & tight squeezes with a friend battling battles i've already fought.  having the most precious of little girls crawl all over us for a couple meetings.  witnessing new growth in our friends, feeling inspired. sharing dozens of conversations with my hubby spoken in his favorite love language: back rubs/hand rubs/neck rubs...    falling asleep in my love's hot, sweaty arms in that relentless thick late summer southern air- romanticizing about the old south before air conditioning came into existence when these kinds of nights were spent on front porches & rocking chairs with pitchers of sweet tea & familes & friends picked on banjos & told stories late into the night....enjoying convention food  being brought to me in bed by my hubby when i couldn't quite make it out of my sleeping bag & the open tent flap revealing the most beautiful of views.  feeling my heart grow a little bit bigger.  bbqing with an intimiate group of people on the grounds after "tear-down," feeling so lucky to be a part of this wonderful family. zane summed it up when we were driving home from work tonight.  we were waiting at a particularly long red light/thinking about dinner plans/talking about the annoyances of this monday/feeling sleepy from the early start at 5-something this morning & as we were sitting together in our silence & our thoughts, he looked at me & said: "can we just go back to convention?" sigh, amen to that.