I traveled. That's big for me. I went to Arizona and visited 3 couples I've known for a long time. The trip was disconcerning because I seem less brave then during my 'Steve and Denice' days. I was sure I would get stuck in Denver airport with a flight being cancelled. When I shared this with my son, he voiced how he would love to be stranded in Denver. Silly me. I never thought it could be a cool thing.
It's good to see old friends. I especially enjoyed being made to feel a part of their family as they each opened their home to me. To see the bonds of strong marriages and faith walks. It was also good to talk about Steven and share the ups and downs of widowhood. I shopped and ate, and ate and then shopped. Nothing was rushed or planned.
As perfect as the visit was, I cannot emphasize the shock 100 degrees can make to one's system. It was -20 when I left and it hit 80 the first day. I grinned ear to ear every time I went outside. The sun was warm and bright, people drove with windows down, and I couldn't understand why I was the only one in stunned amazement.