Goodbye Michael & Shellie

Last night we went to a going away party for our friends Michael & Shellie.  Mike is a personal trainer at the gym we work at, Shellie is his wife. They have been "my people" here in Florida these past couple months & they are leaving me!  Heading back to Missouri aka "Misery" as they call it where they are from, but there is more opportunities for them there & i totally get that. 

We didn't know most of the people there.  I'd met a couple of them here & there.  All of them were a good 6-7 years older than Zane & i.  why are we always the babies? (actually as i'm writing & thinking, i know the answer to that.  we were the crazy ones that got married when we were teenagers & therefore it makes more sense to hang out with fellow married couples.  but usually those married couples waited like normal people did til later in life, ha)  & speaking of babies.... we were the only ones NOT in the baby club.  there was this moment of clarity as i was looking around at each mommy or daddy who had a little one in their arms realizing that zane & i are so just not there yet.  and i'm totally ok with that. 

Zane played darts with the boys.  It was good for him.  It was a good get-out-of-his-comfort-zone experience. & he kicked tail too. 

Hank Williams & Johnny Cash & Willie Nelson came streaming thru the speakers at different times.  I knew Zane was loving the company of some fellow "country boys."  We all sang along to "Mama's don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys...." so funny. 

I got called "fun size little bit." & i have this weird feeling that it's going to stick.  what do you say when people comment on your size... i mean really... its not like i put in this special request to only be 60 inches tall... and not a CENTIMETER more.  whatever. truth be told. i like being short.

Lots & lots of tears were shed.  Shellie told me that i was a liar & that i'd never come visit her & canoe with her in the ozarks.  I told her she was going to eat her words when i call her from the airport & tell her to come pick my sorry butt up.  We squeezed each other & felt the heaviness of goodbyes.

Then we danced to some pit bull & shook what our mama's gave us in the kitchen. everyone was impressed when zane started singing along to the spanish part of the lyrics. it was funny.