Volleyball to the Rescue!

Every Thursday night, we ladies pile into one of our cars and head off for the YMCA.  The ride over is such great fun; constant chatter and laughing the whole way, very therapeutic for mommies of busy kids!  After arriving and warming-up and start the beautiful game of Volleyball.  We giggle and laugh, and often collapse from doing both at the same time.  We motivate and encourage, and say "my bad" too much.  Once in a while we execute the perfect ~bump, set, spike~  and we all cheer and laugh, and slap hands.  Perfect. Perfect in feeling that the world is totally right and I'm in a place that makes me feel SO elated. Too soon the clock very rudely reaches 10pm and the game ends... "ohh, I can't wait 'til next week!" , "this is SO FUN!", "who's driving next week?", all the usual words said. 

I LOVE playing with these ladies, it has made my life so much more the happier. Something just comes alive in me that I haven't seen as much as I used too.  I wouldn't change my life for anything, ANYTHING!  I'm just so darn grateful for this time that I get to revive that competitive bug in me with a smile.  (If you know me, you'll know what "bug" I'm talking about)

Thanks Girlie's, I love ya!