Wednesday Sept. 26th.
The day started out rather caviler. I was running around like a chicken with it's head cut off trying to get some last minute things done. I woke up having to remind myself that I was getting on a plan in 6 hours heading to one of the most world renown medical plaza's. I found myself running all around town. I went to work to drop off papers at employee health, got shot up with some flu, then was to drop off my keys to my mom. Here is where I hit a wall. The night before I gave my spare key to my car to Maggie and left myself with my other keys to drop off to my mom in case of her wanting to borrow my ride. As I headed to my moms it dawned on me, if I drop off my keys to my mom and Maggie has the spare, how exactly was it that I was to get back home? So now it's 10:00am and I am frantically texting Maggie to get my spare keys. Maggie doesn't get off of work until 11, she has an errand to run and then can meet me at my moms. At this point I'm realizing no better time to see my dear friend Hillary. She's getting married on the 29th, I was in the wedding, but can no longer make such date. Hillary has been such a support during this whole process. She herself has brain surgery, has a beautiful baby, and is starting her life with the love of her life. I couldn't be happier for her. Needless to say, I stopped by miss Hillary's house to say goodbye and get the latest on the wedding. About an hour or so later, Maggie was off work, we met at my moms, dropped of the keys and were on the way back to my house to do some final packing, changing of clothes and waiting for Martie to come and get me and head to the airport.
It's 1:30 Martie has scooped me up and we are on our way to the airport. Saying good bye to my friends was really difficult. I keep trying to just stay present in the moment and not let my head too far ahead of me. Martie and I laughed the whole way to the airport which was a great distraction, however, as she pulled up to departures, it hit me yet again that denial is no longer an option. The days prior to leaving I was able to mask some of the things that were going through my head. Needless to say, Martie send me off with words of wisdom, and giant hug and kiss and lots of love. What you don't know is that once I get to Az, I am meeting the infamous "wiener beaner", formally known as Eileen, Martie's sister. I have talked to her one the phone a few times, but really don't know what to expect. I know she has blonde hair, blueish eyes, a huge heart and loves the sun. I foresee no issues with a fellow sun addict. :)
5:26 rolls around and I am finding myself walking towards baggage claim awaiting my introduction with Eileen. As I walk around the corning, she spots me. Her hand shoots up in the air and I see her smiling from ear to ear. I wave back and approach her. She greets me with "oh my gosh you are so cute", I smile, I'm taken back and say, "thank you, HI, it's so glad to finally meet you, you're too sweet." We head down to baggage claim, walk out to the car and head back to her casa.
About 25 minutes later we pull into her drive way and I'm in awe. I walk into this home that's truly so divine. She gives me a tour and that's exactly what it is. It's got to be close to 6-7,000sq ft. Either way, since the minute I've walked through the door Jim and Eileen have done nothing but try and accommodate me and the upcoming events. At this point I'm realizing this is going to be such a special experience that is going to change me not only physically but emotionally as well. I could stop there and leave you under the impression this whole thing is going to be great and I don't know what's next, and granted there is truth to that, let's be real, there was a little bit of fun before hand.
We get home and Jim (Eileens husband) was sort of stumbling around. Apparently he had been drinking by the pool all day and was feeling real loose. He was a FRIGGIN HOOT. So imagine this, a very incredible, naturally hospitable man- drunk. And I don't mean drunk, I mean HAMMERED! When we walked upstairs, Eileen was asking Jim what the temperature in the house was, Jim walked over past the pool table to what he thought was the thermostat. At this point I'm looking around in awe. The ceilings are huge and walls are beautiful, the decorations are out of this world, and low and behold Eileen looks over at Jim and LOSES IT! She's buckled over laughing and says, "honey, that's the music box!" At this point I just lost it and decided that this was going to be GREAT fun!
Up to bed I went. Got the lay of the land for the evening, made a plan for the next morning and laid down for some sleep. I have no idea what's next, but I have a feelings it's going to make for some great stories I can just feel it.
AIRPORT READY!!
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