After I left the gym last night I came home and crashed. Room mate #1 was at work and Room mate #2 was doing, whatever it is he does when he's in the basement. To be honest, I was happy to have some peace and quiet, so much so that I plugged my cell phone into it's charger in my bedroom one floor up then firmly planted my butt on the couch.
At one point I needed to retrieve something from my room and just happened to look down at my phone. I had a text message. Thinking it was TBD or J, I flipped it open just to see what was up. Instead of the usual message, I saw this
Geoff and I just got ENGAGED! - Leslie
I couldn't hit dial fast enough.
Leslie and I have been friends since about the 7th or 8th grade. She is without a doubt one of my very best friends. Once we got through with the ohmygosh's and thatssoawesome's she told me how he had surprised her and totally caught her off guard by doing it on his birthday, not hers like she thought he would. We talked about how her family reacted (surprise and happiness), what's next, blah, blah, blah. Because she was getting phone calls from everyone we couldn't speak for too long. I wished her congratulations again and hung up.
Then I started to cry.
95% of the tears were tears of joy. I was happy for my friend and glad she finally, after all of the mistrials and mistakes had found a fun, wonderful, smart, amazing person to spend the rest of her life with. I love to see my friends be happy. They are my family and I am so blessed to have them in my life. The other 5%...well, you can guess why those 5% of my tears fell. Yeah, it's selfish but damn it, when's it going to be my turn? Don't I deserve a little bit of this happiness that seems to be going around? I guess I'm just getting frustrated, which often reduces me tears (I was a crying mess when I was 5 and learning to tie my shoes).
All in all I'm happy for Geoff and Leslie and as Leslie said, I better get my wedding ideas flowing because we're going to have a major pow-wow when she comes home in August.