It's not that life is empty without her. But it's not full, either. This evening, when I sent Kat a text saying, "Alta?" it didn't matter greatly whether or not she said yes or no. Because I could suggest it without it being outlandish. It wouldn't involve a car ride rivaling our road trip to Canada a few years ago; nor would any planes be transporting me to her, or the other way around.
Three exits away. That's all it is, the space between us.
As we sped down the 55S headed for our "local" coffee digs (only 37.5 miles from my house), my life felt so full. My heart felt full. I was thinking, as we drove into dusk, that it couldn't possibly be any more full. Then I realised... the funny thing about love is that you can't ever have enough.
It's like Mary Poppins's bag. No matter what you've got, you can keep putting it in. Book? Lamp? Desk? Bookshelf? Car? Sure. Oh, and throw a few pairs of shoes in while you're at it. My life is full of amazing people who love me, support me, and tell me I'm funny because they don't mind lying to boost my ego. I recently had breakfast with my (incredibly talented) friend Melissa, who is getting married in less than a year. We talked about how her guest list has grown over the last few months because people have entered her life and become friends.
It's like that. That's exactly how it is. I'm not taking people off my guest list for life to make room for the new kids; I'm adding to it. My life is so full because of friends like Kat, Anne, Lizzie, Stephani and Bambi... but there's so much room left in my Mary Poppins bag, on my guest list for life, and in my heart. I'm adding to it all the time.
