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Adventure Is Out There

coloradoSo the first kiss started quite the adventure. (To get caught up go here first and then read up, as the last post was the first. Get it? There… now read on.)

I cannot even count the number of times *Justin and I were up late just talking. I loved talking with him. I loved learning about his life, his goals, his dreams. He had big dreams and I loved that about him.

He was also rugged and spontaneous, two traits that I happen to find extremely attractive. My favorite memories of our years of dating are the times he’d call when I got off work and tell me to pack a bag. He had a tent and would pack up a few necessities and we’d be off for the weekend to explore God’s creation together.

Hiking, fishing, boating, biking, exploring, camping… right up my alley. He would build a fire and we would sit next to it while he played his guitar and sang. *heart melted* We were under the stars and it felt like nothing would ever separate us. I mean, we were BEST friends. I told him everything and he did the same. The more I knew about him, the more I loved him.

Our adventures took us all over… from Galveston’s beach to the Grand Tetons in Wyoming. We were travelers who loved the getting there part as much as the actual destination. Never once did we have an itinerary. I’m not that kind of traveler and fortunately he wasn’t either. We would stop when we wanted, stay where we wanted, and just keep driving if we were so inclined. No schedules, no rules.

Our adventurous spirits met up during those years. I have pictures in albums and memories in my heart. The only things left of those years. I miss having an adventurous friend that will pick up and head out to explore with me. Someone who shares my love of traveling without rules and schedules and deadlines, etc. Why go on an adventure if you have a time frame? The best things are found by accident.

But to be honest, I miss my best friend. He knows me better than anyone on the planet… or did. Not so much anymore, but I do miss it. It’s a by-product of divorce no one talks about. The emptiness. The void. The hole that’s left when your best friend is gone.

Five Minute Friday – Friend

5-minute-friday-11. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking. (OK, I have to edit, I just do.) 2. Link back here and invite others to join in. 3. Then visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments.

Please give me your best five minutes on:


That word holds so many definitions, emotions, and thoughts. Every one uses his/her past to mold a definition for that word. This is not done consciencely, rather in the depths of what makes a person unique. It just happens.

As a second born, middle child, I can tell you that friends hold a special place in my life. The more, the merrier. I’ve been blessed to have AMAZING friendships throughout all stages of my life. Some come and go at just the right time and others are as steady as the sunrise and sunset. All are beautiful and enhance life in more ways than human words can explain.

Recently I had a day akin to “Alexander and The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day”. When I was a teacher, I read that book to my Pre-K students every year to ensure them that even if you had a bad day, things will get better. I loved that book. Apparently I still do :).

Anyway, my day went from bad to worse and all I wanted to do was talk with a friend. Someone who would understand the disappointment and pain so I sent a text and immediately got a response. We planned to walk… and talk. She had a bad day as well.

After walking about 1/2 mile I fell – flat on my face. All I could do was stay where I was and cry and yell, “THIS HAS BEEN MY WHOLE DAY!” I sobbed. It was literally the physical manifestation of how my day had been.

When I finally got up enough to to sit on the sidewalk, there was my friend…. sitting there crying with me.

THAT is a good friend. Someone who does not try to make things better, but feels your pain and suffers with you.

God, in his mercy, created the idea of a friend. He certainly knew that we’d fall flat on our faces at times and would need someone to be there.