that perfect hand…

In Ocean's 11, Danny said that "the house always wins. If you play long enough, never change the stakes, then the house takes you. Unless, when that perfect hand comes along, you bet big… and then, you take the house." Here's the hand I've been dealt, sometimes it's risky and sometimes it's safe, but all the time… it's perfect. It's mine.


to you, i tip my hat

Have you ever been to a party/affair where the host(ess) says “Oh, just throw the jackets on the bed in the spare room”? That reminds me of when I was younger, going to huge family gatherings where the jackets were placed in a designated bedroom or on top of the washer/dryer… then you would have to dig for yours come the end of the evening/night. I never thought I would host a jacket-on-my-bed party in college…but I did!

Last night all the girls from home (being Smithers) that live in Victoria, their significant others (if applicable), Luke and Darcy (the infamous tree stealers), and my old dear friend Luke Harrison (who happened to be in town), came over for an evening of appetizers, Christmas baking, fellowship, and Balderdash. It was brilliant. I was a little hesitant about having people over… I get nervous when I feel like I am blitzed back to the past of high school and the oh-so-awkward tendancies of feeling out of place… I mean, every single one of my closest girlfriends from Smithers, minus 2, live in Victoria. It’s true. So as much as it is wonderful, my three years in Calgary gave me new perspective so yea…sometimes, it is awkward. And I feel out of place. But not last night.

I don’t know if it was the “City on a Hill” Christmas CD (which you should buy from your local Christian bookstore) playing in the background, the dimmers I have on the living room lights that made it feel more homey/cozy, the Christmas tree, or channel 51 playing incessantly all night (that’s the one with the fireplace allllllllllllll the time… mock for those who don’t have one…another brilliant idea)… but it felt gloriously like Christmas last night…and gloriously comfortable in the fellowship of friends. I don’t know how to put into words how much everything got set aside last night, and I feel more connected…yet more disconnected from them because I realized for the very first time that it is ok to change and to grow and to move on… but your roots are so interwoven with these people that you forget everything except the simple fact that it feels like home…

If you had been a fly on the wall last night, you would’ve been tingling to the tips of your fingers. Seriously. I looked around at one point and every single person was immersed in a conversation and had a huge grin on their faces. I got to know Jocelyn’s boyfriend a lot better while I also reconnected with Luke…that on top of sharing hugs and comforting words with another girl whose father in law just passed away three hours before… there is just something beautiful about Jesus’ birthday, because as it is a celebration of Christ, it becomes a celebration of all things wonderful… even if it’s just for one night. Makes it ok to let your guard down and trust that it’s ok to be ok for a little while and that as much as it meant for me to have a grown up jacket-on-the-bed party, the feeling in the air was so much more than good food and anticipation of going home. Friends, connected by a history and continually by a choice. It’s weird. Like it’s ok to finally let go. I don’t know. It was a brilliant evening.

We also had a gift exchange and Nadina got my the purple KB deck…which is unreal but I don’t have the red one yet! 🙂