I'm back from a few wonderful days in Gilbert, Arizona, where I gave a presentation for the Relief Society Birthday Party. After, I met tons of marvelous people and then I heard, "Loesje!" Not that many people know me by that name. I looked into the woman's face, and there I saw my BFF from sixth grade at Hamilton School, Dawn Grow. We hugged and giggled just like the 11-year old girls who are alive and well inside of us. I don't think I've seen her in forty years. A few months ago, I mused to Tom, "I wonder if I'll ever see Dawn Grow again." The universe ran with it, as it often does when I say things aloud, and there she was in real life in Arizona.I learned about sex from Dawn. Her brother read a book and told her about it, and she told me. Appalling information. I couldn't look at my parents for weeks.
I wish I had a photo of the two of us then: tall, skinny, laughing girls.
She invited Helen (my hostess) and me to lunch the next day, and we were able to catch up and have our picture taken together.
Thank you, universe, for allowing me to see Dawn again. Thank you, Helen, for inviting me to your beautiful house. Thank you, Arizona sisters. You rocked my world.
How crazy! Do you think speaking it really does help it be so?
ReplyDeleteAngie, absolutely. It's one of the great miracles of life. Telling the universe what impossible thing you want and it gives it to you.
ReplyDeleteLoved this post. Thanks for sharing--that picture, too!
ReplyDeleteLucky!!!
ReplyDeleteUniverse, will you honor my requests or do I have to be Louise Plummer to be granted such miracles? I'll settle for Louise Plummer coolness if that's the extent.
Amazing, really!