Unravelling...

She knows the event is Saturday, we've talked about what she's wearing to some extent. She knows it's in New York, she knows the bride and groom and that she declares, is the extent of her knowledge. That she is apprehensive raised an eyebrow or two. This was after all, the girl who sang an impromptu concert on a midnight train ride in Singapore. The same girl who argued over margaritas On the Border (the restaurant not the Mexico border... now, that would have been insane). Someone who's always jumped in head first and played on the edges of what was taboo. A bright pink blur who rushed into things and didn't really care what people thought of her. But that was then. 

Between then and now she's done her share of living, loving and learning. Hope, despair, happiness, failure, tragedy, success and what she considers her greatest triumph - her son, Joshua. An ongoing process that she would not change... for while there has been heartache and near disasters, there has also been sunshine and a few really good chocolate bars (forget the roses). She is right, it has been a while. Time enough to emerge from her self-imposed hibernation. Time enough to recognize that her role as a mother is only one important facet of who she is as a woman. Someone who has always landed on her feet, my reluctant Cinderella who I will always cheer for. 

Marie, we’ve laughed, cried and argued. We’ve lost touch, caught up, talked for hours and talked some more. I have to say I will miss the girl that was, but I am happy to know the woman that is, in all her glory, still... unravelling.