Friday night I traveled from one overcast city to another. My fear of flying translated into a conversation with a diehard Kenny Chesney fan. "You're sweet," she told me as I pressed my nose against the window glass, starving for the Chicago city lights to pass under us before landing. I counted the tall buildings and found Megan at the northern-est peak.
You picked me up from the airport with a thermos of hot chocolate. "You remembered!" I exclaimed cheerfully. "You wrote it on your website," you responded. We headed for Springfield, turning over our keys for a desperate, fitting hug. I was at the wedding the next morning- a near miss & another hour south got us there. A beautiful day for a wedding, I wrote in the card. The sky was incredibly clear. I suddenly found myself surrounded by friendly, familiar faces: Edith behind the wheel of her suped up racing beetle, Jenny with her secret pink petticoat (me wearing mine), & the camping crowd showered and beautiful.
Leaving a place for the second time can sometimes be harder than the first time. A saddness stronger than the first passed through my body as we returned home from St Louis Saturday night. But you will be here next weekend, you promised- ready to celebrate our two year aniversary. You dropped me off at home so that I could take a hot shower and crawl under the covers while you picked up The Sopranos and an enchilada dinner. We all need our rock support sometimes more than we even realize.
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