It began Friday afternoon. We drove to St. George to stay with Shanna's old missionary companion (where great stories were told). We spent the night and then took off for Vegas. Passed the most beautiful and amazing path through rough and red rocks. Gorgeous. The whole drive (with the exception of the time during our breathtaking view of rocks and ridges) we entertained ourselves by the reading of The Hunger Games. I read to Shanna as she drove. It was my second and her first time. It is all I can do from not shouting out everything that happens to her.
We made it with the sometimes untrusty GPS to the house of the shower. Hands shaking, stomach flipping, I walked through on tip toes to try to catch her at an ultimate surprise. It came as a surprise to us that she wasn't there yet. Shanna said, "I am going to go get my purse" and not 5 seconds later she was back at my side saying "Rachael's here!" We hid in the pantry and waited till she had said a few hellos. I walked out and timidly waited till she saw me. Love, hugs, happy sounds, more trembling with excitement. I was stunned with happiness to be in the same room as someone who I consider one of my greatest friends again. The same room as one of the special persons who I feel shaped me. One more moment to always remember.
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| For Ashley |
We kind of ended with "they get to be the jealous ones this time!" It might be a little mean, but it was kindly meant. What I mean by it was that we all have to take our turns sometimes to be the person that couldn't be there. But who are we fooling. We are all there in spirit!
Love,
M. Jean
