On the other side of happy

Mark, Lucy, Bayla and I spent three days, this weekend, with my brother and sister. It was a five year reunion. We had a blast.

We clicked back together in an instant. Chatted excitedly. Shared memories and gaffes. Enjoyed childhood landmarks. Laughed, laughed, laughed, laughed, laughed.

I was distended with euphoria the entire time.

And now…. the happiness hangover.

Aching sadness at the years-long gaps, the geography, the predicaments, the shields we each wear. Wistful pondering of lost times and places. Fast forwarded years as youngsters and then as parents. Playing out of family cycles. Variations on themes.

I am immensely grateful for this beautiful fun-filled weekend of connection.
And the heart-bursting reminder to kiss joy as it flies.

A wee taste of our craziness….

  • bobledrew

    Is it sadness? Or wistfulness?

    “Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, ‘It might have been.”

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