Do you know that the pineapple is the symbol of hospitality?
I am moving to a place that has pineapples everywhere. Tons of hospitality. Dripping, just like the pineapple fountain that can be found downtown....and I AM LOVING IT!
This weekend, I attended a very special family event with Crush. One of his siblings got married and I was his date and it was just what I needed to reaffirm my feelings for him. My true love. We ate, we celebrated a milestone, we chatted with old and new friends.....I saw him in social situations and I fell a bit more in love with him as we danced beneath a blanket of southern stars. It was hospitality at its finest ALL weekend and it made me realize that I can do my job and love it all over again like I used to. It isn't the job, it is the place I live in. I simply need this change. It will do wonders for me: mind, body, and spirit.
September cannot come soon enough.
I realize that all of my doubts, my fears, my frustration...well, it is all because I am nervous about this move. This BIG life change. This major transition from Yankee to southerner....but, well, I have never felt more at home than I do in my new almost city. It feels so right, I cried on the plane coming home today because I miss Crush already and because I know my life is moving in the direction I always dreamed it would.
For a long time, I gave up on love. I didn't think I would find a man that would want to marry me, but I did. And he makes me a better person and I make him a better person and it has all been so easy that I have been freaking out the last few weeks. I have been thinking, where is the catch? What I am missing? How and why do I deserve this?
And yes, I hit the jackpot for me. I did. I really really did. Crush isn't perfect. But, I do believe he is perfect for me. He does stupid things. He annoys me. He frustrates me. And yes, he is a slob. But, I am an often obnoxious, sometimes depressed, emotional binge eater who cries during Real Housewives reunions.....
On my way out to the wedding, I was waiting for my flight at my gate and a beautiful little baby girl about 9 months old kept making those flirty baby eyes at me and then crawling over to my seat and giggling and cooing at me...it happened at least 10 times. Her parents kept apologizing, but I loved it. I love babies. Her parents said, "she usually isn't so friendly like this"....I hear this a a lot with babies, I will admit they are drawn to me and I consider it to be a huge honor...little miracles they are. Well, airport baby had a very special name....the same one that my maternal grandmother had and the name of the town I will be living in eventually in my new state and let me tell you it is a rare name.....it is also the name of a city that Crush's sister will be visiting in Italy on her honeymoon......I love when things like this happen.
More to share soon and good night!