Nothing's gonna rain on my parade...

This past weekend has been on my calendar for months. My big brother Matt was playing in Greenville Saturday night and it has been the center of my anticipation. Well, things being what things are a series of unfortunate events occurred. Mainly centered in my own phobias of driving my car, I was stalled and spent an evening talking about my mom with someone who knew her infinitely better than I did. Not the plan, but it was what was needed at the time.
Sunday was a day I wanted to sleep through. Drowning in self inflicted agoraphobic tendencies, I just wanted to curl up and watch hours of Gilmore Girls. Duty calls and responsibility to prevailed and I ended up with a lovely day that ended with Mexican food and 3 of my favorite people around the table. So much happiness is all around me. I am constantly reminded that I have the most amazing friends. Not just my YaYa's and Wild Women that as fabulous as they are, happen to be painfully far away. Not even just in Asheville, but here in the hometown I have the best people who never cease to make me laugh and wipe the occasional tear when needed. No matter how many dark clouds like to loom in the shadows there is so much light all around me. Nothing is going to rain on this parade, and if it does (and let's face it, it probably will) then I will just dance in the rain.