Dear Reader:

I just returned home late yesterday afternoon after spending the night in Walterboro with Brooke. I called her Tuesday after Mandy called me while babysitting the boys at Mollie’s … that she had tested positive for Covid. Brooke didn’t pause for a second… teasing me that I wasn’t getting out of her invitation that easily… she was ready for me to ” come on… so ” come on.”

We had a ball! Went out to eat at the old country club restaurant that has just recently reopened-went early and we made up one of two tables of people-we had it to ourselves… had a delicious dinner and fun with the staff!

We love watching old movies together… and found time to watch one Wednesday night and one yesterday after lunch as torrential downpours continued throughout intervals of time. It gave me an excuse to stay long enough for one more show.

But before that Brooke had found the ripest juiciest tomatoes ( grown on Wadmalaw Island… I am ruined for the rest of the summer) and served them at lunch… thought I had died and gone to heaven.

Haven’t we all heard people say things like ” Why can’t we make movies more like real life?” I think the more pertinent question is” Why can’t real life be more like the movies?”

For our last shared movie… Brooke and I went back to 2003 ( can’t be twenty years?) and put on the romantic comedy ” Something’s Gotta Give” -Jack Nicholson and Dianne Keaton.

Now certainly romantic comedies aren’t everyone’s cup of tea… ( but after hours of watching Rutledge and Lachlan play video games Wednesday … it made me so happy!!!!!)

I truly believe that nothing in our lives is too insignificant… not to be a source of inspiration! Because underneath the laughter of a romantic comedy- love gone humorously array… there exists deeper feelings of love desperate to be returned by someone who has opened his/her heart to another. To love and be loved takes one of the greatest acts of courage we will ever commit.

Movies have always cemented Brooke’s and my friendship… still remember (while at Erskine) we drove to Greenville to watch Love Story… we bawled through the first showing-then hid out in the theater so we could watch it again… we furiously drove back to the college and just barely got back before the final curfew.

Everyday, more and more… I realize that if I pause long enough to reflect back on the day-it has taught me a lesson-bad, good, happy, sad… the perspective changes upon the thoughts attached to it. Still… a lesson is a lesson.

So until tomorrow… ” We do not write to be understood, we write in order to understand.”

Today is my favorite day-Winnie the Pooh

Busy Bee… Brooke has planted rows of hibiscus and hydrangeas! Gorgeous!