I had dinner with a special group of people last night in a raucous restaurant, people who have become family over the years. Some of us connected to each other in this city because of the fact that we didn’t have family near, some of our group being the ones who do, but who accepted us as family initially because they supported the military but eventually because we all fell in love with each other.
I know, sounds odd, that particular use of the word love.
Yet we’ve left many such “friends who became family” throughout my husband’s career.
The people at that table last night were no more important or present than all the ones not there. It’s what I love the most about the military life we led for so many years. We’ve been surrounded by amazing people and many of them will always have special places in our hearts. Seeing them again is always cause for celebration.
That said, when all the traveling and all the visits and all the dinners full of animated conversations and catching up are done, this is what brings a very deep sense of satisfaction in my life:
A steaming cup of coffee first thing in the morning in my favorite mug, in my own home, with exactly three golden oat BelVita biscuits for breakfast, my dog lying at my feet, and Good Morning America on the television while I catch up on what’s happening in my Facebook world.
Speaking of, today this video showed up in my “memories’ on Facebook. It’s worth a watch; a nice reminder that while people are vitally important to us, perhaps some of our best moments can happen when we’re alone.
So there you have it, a seemingly contradictory post of musings from this extroverted introvert.