Hannah and I sat with some old old friends that we hadn’t seen in years in a huge ballroom in Denton, Texas watching Lyndsay and Will have their "first dance" on the DIY dance floor as the rain poured outside. They were so happy, smiling, talking, as they slow danced to a Ryan Adams classic. I couldn’t help but smile, one of my best friends in the world married to a man she loves.
I haven’t seen Lyndsay happy in a long time, her life has taken her up and down, with twists and turns she’d never imagined, that I’d never imagined any of my friends would go through, but to be able to be in Denton that evening and see her smiling so big…it was wonderful.
After that dance, as they cut the cake, we snuck out the back, I love lyndsay, but we can only handle so much of weddings, and we still have like 6 or 7 to go to before this summer is over. We wandered through the rain across the TCU campus back to our car, drove home, and passed out watching Oceans Eleven for the nth time. Falling asleep with her head in my lap won’t ever get old, not after all we’ve been through and how much she means.
Sometime in the middle of the night I awoke, still dressed in my dress clothes from the wedding, I nudged Hannah and told her we probably needed to leave. She had to be on a plane in less than 3 hours headed to Vegas and I had to be back in OKC for a meeting the next morning. As we drove through the cool summer evening at 3am, windows down, her in a dress and me in a suit, shirt untucked, we listened to Life in Slow Motion by David Grey and let our minds thumb through so many memories that this music brought back for the both of us. Her mind wanders through the overnight drive through Virginia and Tennessee and I think of the overnight drive through West Texas, always driving, we’ve spent so much time together in a car…you get to know someone well in a car.
We’ve been traveling a lot together lately, I’ve been traveling a ton lately for work, for weddings, for whatever, i realized as I was running back to OKC this past morning how sick of traveling I really was. I couldn’t help but keep thinking how much I just want to stay in Oklahoma City, at HOME for two weeks or so, that is my hope and goal. The calendar is promising for my hope, we’ll see if it works out…
I love being back home, this evening I sat on my front porch and listened to the rain, whiskey in hand as Jake and I reminisced about our train adventures, our house adventures, and just life in general as family. Spencer sat two seats down thumbing old jack johnson tunes on his guitar…the evening was perfect, my family near for my evening back on the home front.
"i fall asleep with my friends around me
only place i know, i feel safe
i’m gonna call this home"
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