Together, Together, Together

Last week flew right on by me. Mostly, I kept my head down and focused on getting through the hot temperatures that Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday held and then basked in the sweet relief of cooler temperatures for the rest of the week. Also-the kids and I had some really good days, so while I was tired at the end of each (and every) night, it wasn’t the “I’m-going-to-pull-my-hair-out-because-I-have-a-six-year-old-and-a-two-year-old” kind of tired. And for that, I was grateful.

On Friday, one of my best gal pals decided to move her daughter’s birthday party from Sunday to Saturday. It was a smart move. She had planned a beautiful Alice in Wonderland Mad Hatter tea party that was to take place in her back garden, and Sunday’s forecast was horrible at best. So, she called in the cavalry, and we spent the night (and following morning ) getting shit done. I don’t think that I’ve taken the time to gush about my friends recently, and that means the gushing is way past due. These people that I share life with are just stellar human beings. They give and they give, and slowly, they are reaching out and asking for more help. Both of these things-the give and the take-are beautiful.

That Friday night, the birthday girl was helping the ladies do something or another, and her mom turned to her and pointed out all the love that was in the room. We were there to help make this almost-seven-year-old’s birthday party spectacular just like we were there to assist in decorating the park for another party and just like we hauled ass to pick up the necessities (and extra fun things) for (yet another) party; we were there, that night, just like we were there to cheer on the boy at his ballet recital; we were there, just like we were there, together, stripping and sanding and painting and planting and cleaning to make our local playlot beautiful and magical for our kids… Who knows? In twenty years, maybe we’ll still be together-planning wedding showers and baby showers instead of birthday parties; together helping the kids and their new families by moving heavy furniture and painting walls instead of yarn bombing trees and painting park benches; together, still, drinking wine and water and coffee, eating fancy cheese and pretzel chips, and loving– Loving each other and loving our spouses, loving our children and loving our community. Together, together, together. One can only hope.

2 thoughts on “Together, Together, Together

  1. Michelle says:

    I love you, Jillian Frank. Thank you.

  2. Jillian Frank says:

    And I love you, Michelle.

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