I just got back from a whirlwind trip down to Chicago for my childhood best friends' Dad's funeral. She told me not to come. She knows how crazy my schedule is, especially during swim team. But I got to thinking; if you don't make the effort to go down for something like that, what is worth the effort? So I packed a bag and drove home after Tuesday night's meet. I got to my parent's house a little after midnight. But you know what? It was totally worth it. DeAnn bawled when she saw me. I just hugged her tight. I was so glad to be there for her.
There are no do-overs at moments like this.
I am so glad I invested my love yesterday.