I am not truly sure how to capture the essence of our trip to Playa del Carmen last week (as I sit here weathering Hurricane Sandy, quite the shift in weather compared to the beauty of the Mexican beaches!).
Except to say that it was perfectly timed, shed some incredible light on some things and was a reunion with someone I haven’t seen in almost three years. A very, very, long time coming. (I plan to post more on some of these realizations this week, but for now, I will keep it brief as I collect my thoughts).
As M and I walked into the Miami airport, re-entering ‘existence’ so to speak, on Friday, as we were virtually cut off from all communication all week with all things electronic media (which I oddly loved way way more than I thought I would!), I stopped and turned to him, and said “You know what? I think I fell more in love with you this week than ever.” He said, “why?” To which I remarked, “Because I for once focused solely on you and wasn’t half-present, focused half on my stupid phone and half on you.”
To admit that was a lot easier than I thought, but at the same time, admitting that and seeing it written out? Also very hard to see. More on this topic in a later post, but that was one of the biggest realizations of the past week. How much I love M with all of my heart and soul, to the tips of my toes and the strands of my hair. Love, strengthened.
Reuniting with this girl (who I actually saw two weeks ago during the Chicago Marathon too – twice in two weeks vs. more than two years, ironic, isn’t it?!). It was as if we picked up where we left off. That is the sign of friendship that goes the literal and figurative distance, isn’t it? And it was the perfect juxtaposition for when we met almost three years ago (when I really calculate it, it was almost 3!) at a time in our lives where we were fresh from divorce, our lives paralleling in so many ways, to now, again paralleling in so many ways. She got engaged a year(ish?) ago, and now I too, am engaged, and she enters into marriage with the man that she was meant to be with…just about a year (or less, I am hoping…) to when M and I enter int ours. Lives, parallel. Incredible. Beautiful. Moving.
So when she walked down that aisle, on the pristine beach of Mexico, with a small gathering of us looking on, I got chills, despite the almost 90 degree heat. And when her voice broke as she said the most perfectly written vows (that literally could have been my own words!), tears rolled down my cheeks, in all out tears of happiness and love. For her. For us. For where our lives lead us, when we least expect it.
Suddenly? It all comes together. As it was meant to be.