This morning I woke up to a text asking me how my “Love Hangover” was.
Yes.
That’s the only answer I have.
Yes.
Crazy Love Hangover happening.
Last night, about 200 of my closest coworkers, church community, friends, family, and friends of friends of friends, all gathered to support me at a Trivia Night Fundraiser. It was incredible. And beautiful. And so completely filled with the softest, most giving of hearts.
It felt like joy and laughter and all sorts of love just spilled into the room, oozing onto everyone.
And I got to be at the center of that.
I watched it happen last night. The oozing of love and people’s hearts. It kind of felt like my head floated above my body. Disconnected from my loud laughter and hostessing and manicky, fast-paced event planning. Up there, in my floating, I felt the awe.
You know, the awe that comes with receiving love in this sort of way.
On this sort of level.
Its just crazy huge.
It leaves a mark.
It squeezes into you and changes you if you let it.
It changed me.
So in my love hangover this morning, I’m left without very many words. But with 817 emotions, a mushy heart, and a giant sized dose of gratefulness.
Thank you, friends, for how you love me. You do it well. And in huge ways. And it changes me. It leaves me better than before I got to be with you. Your love poured out over me, gives me courage to go. To leave. To pour out over others.
And in the way that God does, He reminds me, goodness, that’s what this whole thing is about. Being with people. Laughing with them. Celebrating with them. Loving them. And that huge love changing them in a huge, forever kind of way.
What happened last night in Yorkville, Illinois, friends, will live on. In South Africa and Cambodia and India and through each one of you, here.
Lets live out love.
