“Everybody has a home team: It’s the people you call when you get a flat tire or when something terrible happens. It’s the people who, near or far, know everything that’s wrong with you and love you anyways. These are the ones who tell you their secrets, who get themselves a glass of water without asking when they’re at your house. These are the people who cry when you cry. These are your people, your middle-of-the-night, no-matter-what people.”
Shauna Niequist in Bittersweet
Over the past five years, Jessica & Heather have become a vital part of my home team. We have walked through the darkest of days together, times forged by tears and silent-death-grip hugs. We have celebrated with every dessert imaginable, homemade carrot cake and chocolate fudge pie ranking as two of my favorites. We have shared books and desperate prayers and a million memories.
Saturday, Jess and I boarded a plane destined for the Sunshine State. After hearing all about sunny, idyllic Ocala, I couldn’t wait to finally see this sweet town that is once again home to one of my favorite people. The days flew by, a swirl of catching up and filling in, soaking in the gift of friendship. We read books peering through the glass panes every few minutes to admire the citrus trees just beginning to ripen. We feasted and feasted some more, fresh speckled trout and bacon-wrapped dove with asparagus drizzled with lemon vinaigrette one night. Shauna Niequist’s Steak au Poivre and mashed potatoes another night thanks to the culinary master, Paul Bruce. After dinner, the three of us would go over to the hot tub at Heather’s parent’s house with the sky sprinkled with stars and the mossy oaks casting their shadows below and talk for hours and hours knowing that this friendship and these memories were something truly special.
Jessica & Heather, near or far, you are my people. xoxo