Wrangler Dani

Writer, editor, wife, adoptive mama and cowgirl living in beautiful Central Oregon.

My People

Last night, Adam and I were curled up on the couch having a blissfully unexciting Saturday night – catching up on our DVR backlog – when Annie texted me. I read the text, laughed, showed it to Adam, and promptly burst into tears.

She texted from a wedding full of some of my favorite people – including, of course, the spectacular bride and groom. While my poor Hubs hugged and patted and tried to figure out things to say to stop the abrupt waterworks, I tried to explain. Which is silly, because these kinds of things really aren’t explainable. But I will say this – sometimes you have friends that come into your life for a season, sometimes you have friends that you’ve known forever but never well, and sometimes you have friends who are Your People. People who you get and who get you. People who’ve seen you do stupid things and love you anyway. People whom you’ve encouraged, laughed with and crammed into the backseats of small pickups with.  My People are the people who I can jump back into relationship with after long absences, and people with whom I can share without fear of judgment.

I was sorry to miss an incredible celebration – but I also know that missing one event won’t matter to My People, as much as I wish I could’ve hugged them in person.

4 comments found

  1. You are My People too!!!

    I lovelovelove you so much. And ached for you last night. You were one of the missing people in the friendship puzzle, and the night wasn’t the same without you.

    MISS YOU!!!!!!!!!

  2. Does that mean that I am one of your People? I WANT TO BE ONE OF YOUR PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!

    The night was markedly less without you. You were missed major big time. I think that I’m just going to have to get married soon so we can all get together again.

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