Justin and I recently made a voyage down south to visit family and friends.
Part of our trip included a visit with Elizabeth, Mike and Everett.
You can read her tales here.
We were guests in their home & while I hope we were good ones, it felt more like we were family.
Justin stretched out on the sofa. Mike brought us a morning paper. We drank coffee and talked small town happenings.
Everyone took turns reading Everett his favorite book and watched him with swoony eyes because how can you not.
Everett also discovered the curls atop Justin's head and my heart swelled.
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I sat down with Elizabeth's sewing machine and I told her I felt like I was sitting down with another woman's husband.
She taught me how to put in a zipper, snapped her magic fingers and the cutest makeup bag you ever did see was born.
Justin lamented that his golf swing was choppy and the next thing you know, all the fellas were in the backyard with clubs chipping and pitching away. Priorities.
One of my favorite memories of our time together was helping Elizabeth in her classroom.
With desks arranged and her teacher's space cornered, the three of us- J, E and I- sat down and took it all in.
High school football players practiced in muggy heat that fell like a cloud around them.
Old wooden floors in the hallway begged to tell story after story of First Days of School and young teenage love and dreams for the future realized.
I sat in one of the students' desks and looked over at my beautiful friend- she really is beautiful, within and without- and had this thought...
These kids that skip run jump into her classroom this year?
They will meet more than a teacher.
They will meet a woman who has known heartache and pain and joy.
She will listen to them and they will be known by her.
She will encourage their strengths and they will feel strong.
She will be their champion and they will love her for it.
She will change their world. She definitely changed mine.