Speechless

I forgot to make a toast tonight.

I was in the company of five wonderful girls and I forgot to make a toast. We drank sparkling grape juice (scandal!) out of my mothers fancy toasting glasses and, as I was hand washing them a few minutes ago, I realized that I forgot to put them to use, that they held a beverage but never held our attention.

At first, I was upset. I thought that these fancy toasting glasses had gone to waste because they were not used to their full potential. More than that, I felt like a shoddy hostess for not calling verbal attention to the greatness of the situation, for not thanking my friends for joining me tonight and every night.

But, as I drained the sink and placed the toasting glasses back in the cabinet, I decided that a toast would not have been fitting for tonight. Sometimes we are put in situations that are so simple and so unbelievable that trying to put that feeling into words is a waste. Some nights, like tonight, we just have to look around at the people sitting next to us and realize that no clinking of glasses or nodding of heads could make this situation any more perfect.




This is a picture from when I ran away from my track meet to eat food earlier today.