It's hard to believe I've already been to SloMo's and back. At this time last week we were shopping, laughing, screaming, eating, playing games, and laughing some more.
I have this vivid image of her kids at the airport as I was scrolling down the escalator with my backpack and carry-on luggage in tow. I barely made it to the ground floor before they ran to me and wrapped their little loving arms around me - almost knocking me over. [Little did I know then, that was a hint of what was to come.]
We held on to each other for a moment. I took a good look at them and proclaimed that they look exactly like their pictures. And there I was, wondering if I'd recognize them. Ha - no worries!
SloMo and I gave each other a quick hug and promptly shot our eyes to the floor. Thinking about it now, that's probably why we couldn't find the car for so long.
*** What is that? The shyness. The insecurity. The wonder. Am I all that you thought I'd be...or are you disappointed now that you see the full me? I've been through that. Not this time. SloMo is who she is, and much more. ***
Sure, the first few moments - okay, the first few days - were awkward and quiet. But I guess that's to be expected. She was in her territory, with her family, living her life. I was the foreigner. A witness. An observer. A fly on the wall. Just taking it all in.
The awkwardness couldn't have been that bad. By the end of the first night, I had exposed myself in a mud mask during a card game with SloMo and Elijah. After that, I beat their asses in Phase Ten with moisturizing yogurt smeared all over my face. Oh yeah, we're family now.
Who is SloMo anyway? If I ever had questions about the meaning of A LIFE IN SLOW MOTION, they are all answered now. Imagine a life as she describes in her entries. [got that image? cake, photographs, web design, books, music, family, new home...sweet, right?] Now imagine her living ten different entries all at once.
I used to joke about her being able to multi-task better than anyone. Now I see it's no joke. A few times during our visit, we both found ourselves wondering how she ever has time to sit at her computer and do all that she does in a day. I see now why I only got one fifteen-minute nap on the first day. Who has time for sleep when life is in motion?
Robbie asked me if there was anything about SloMo's personality that I thought might be different. And you know, there's not one thing! She's beautiful, smart, witty, caring, genuine, honest, funny. She can indulge in a light conversation just as freely as she does in a deep heart-to-heart. And you know we gotta have both!
Her kids are a whole 'nother story [Mary, that's for you]. I could fill an entire journal with entries about them alone. It may sound crazy, but I ache being so far away from them. I'll suffer a thousand high-pitched screams for one more chance to play Phase Ten with Elijah and hear Jacy say, "Right on sista-girrrrl."
Saving my pennies for another visit...