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My Mom, my girls, and I took a little road trip during our vacation --
Two hours in the car through the hills and valleys of Arkansas over the state line into Missouri. We landed ourselves in Branson -- the "Puts the show in show me state" town. All sorts of attractions to see and places to go, but we were there for only one reason. (Well, actually, two -- the first stop was at the winery.)
The other attraction was to meet with the ONE, the ONLY, real-life slicer and comment extraordinaire ... elsie!
Yes, Elsie in real life!
(I know some of you recently connected with her and many others are wishing it was you!)
I wasn't nervous about meeting Elsie because one knows through her stories, her words, and her comments that she is quite possibly the sweetest person on earth. She knows how to connect with slicers.
My mom spotted her first. Elsie was carrying two little baskets filled with goodies for my girls. What a sweet gesture! (Thank you, Elsie, for connecting with my two special little people. And thanks to Robin for the suggestions!)
We went through the brief introductions and perused the goodie baskets. We wandered inside Bass Pro so the girls could see the fish while we chatted about family and locations, connecting the cities and towns we knew.
We moved through the store and M spotted some benches. We rested and chatted more while the girls colored and explored the contents of their baskets. Elsie shared her excitement about the All Write!!! conference and gushed about the connections, the conversations, and the camaraderie. She talked about specific slicers, knew their names and blogs, and more importantly, knew their stories.
We meandered outside searching for a spot for lunch conducive for kids. Our lunch destination was selected and it was time to eat, but the chatting did not stop. We continued to connect our lives through the stories we shared.
It can be difficult to be fully present and connect when three year olds vie for Momma's full attention (who is also hoping to keep everyone calm and safe). My Mom was so thoughtful by taking the girls for brief periods of time to provide Elsie and I several opportunities to connect and chat.
And then our time was over . . . not before we snagged a picture of the three of us!
|Elsie, me, and my Mom, Judy|
We hugged, said our good-byes, and Elsie turned and walked away.
It was a H.O.T. day. But, thankfully, we did not melt during our three hour visit. I was worried we "over-cooked" the girls, but once we were in the cool air conditioning of the car, they went fast asleep.
My Mom asked, "So, what did you think? Was she exactly what you thought she would be?"
"Absolutely. And so much more!" I responded smiling. Thank you Elsie for connecting with us!!!
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Connections and relationships are key to learning. I've depended on Elsie for her words of advice and comments to support and encourage my writing and to know that my stories are significant.
I realized that everyone has a story and we may only know bits and pieces, but we are not alone. And that is why I write. I write to share, to learn, to connect.
And it's truly a gift to connect in real life. I hope to meet you one day too.