The five of us are snuggled up on her couch, sharing a plate heavy with a sizeable chunk of homemade Black Forest cake, her Boston Terrier wedged comfortably between us. Wet, tossed tissues are strewn about the floor, a multi-colored afghan blanket covers our toes. Her husband opens the front door, home from his poker game, takes one look at our puffy red eyes and flannel pajamas and says, ‘can I get you girls a glass of wine?’
It’s ten o’clock on Friday night, and we’re watching our friend’s wedding video. I had forgotten, in all the chaos of that day, how beautiful she was. Really, how beautiful we all were. And so, as we laughed at ourselves dancing barefoot to Follow the Leader and cried at the ‘I dos,’ it dawned on me just how incredibly, and untouchably happy we all looked.
And just how much a girl can hide behind her smile.
4 comments:
external smile, internal sigh. I can't quite tell if you're talking about you or your friend - but I want to trust my gut and say it's you...so hang in there...
My tummy tightened with a 'gah' reading that hun.
It's amazing how much people hide. Nice.
hugs :)
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