AEA (augmented emotional absurdity)

May and June 2013 are proving to be the months of augmented emotional absurdity. 

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As a person that processes events and emotions in writing before I let go of them and move on, I am failing miserably at processing so much at once. 

I don't know what happens when a person neglects to work through highly amplified feelings and emotions. I guess we will find out eventually. Poor Troy. The work of the man married to this giant whirling-ball of AEA is neither finished, or easy. 

Happy, sad, joyful, painful, celebratory, & bittersweet... 

1. Paige walking into graduation ceremony while the audience hummed the pomp and circumstance song in unison for her.  (unconventional? yes. uber fun? yes!)
2. Paige hugging her siblings after their poem that destroyed the mascara of tens and the composure of dozens more.
3. Brittany and I with Marie France after she asked me to please name her baby boy. Marie France's story is too intense and personal for telling here - just let it be said, this woman is my hero.  Her son is named Malachi. She loves him. Her love is a strong testament to me.
4. Isaac's First Momma and I visited last Friday. Dr. Jen checked out her thyroid for us, by request. Always, always, emotionally complex and amazing to be with this family.
5. Yesterday I met my twenty year old niece for the first time since she was a baby. My sister (her first mom) looks so proud, doesn't she? For the next week Tina and Whitney will be with me at work and at play and I will try desperately not to allow Whitney to catch me staring at her - especially at night while she is asleep. (This is an uncatagorizable thing; reuniting with someone you have prayed for and loved for two decades. UN.CAT.A.GOR.IZABLE. period.)

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“Turn around and believe that the good news that we are loved is better than we ever dared hope, and that to believe in that good news, to live out of it and toward it, to be in love with that good news, is of all glad things in this world the gladdest thing of all. Amen, and come Lord Jesus.”   

-Frederick Buechner