Shedding a chrysalis feels pretty gut wrenching and uncomfortable. And mine is only metaphorical. I can't imagine how HORRIBLE AND WEIRD it is for caterpillars turning to butterflies.
Tonight, after we got back from the Whitecaps game, Clayton and Luke and me played NBA jams on the Xbox and I made popcorn and Clayton made us Gin and Tonics and then Luke played us "The Interview." We laughed and talked and took turns texting our people who weren't there, but remained sat in the warmth of being around each other, the electric comfort of being near the people who KNOW us. They don't always GET me. But they know me. That is definitely special. I have plenty of loved ones who get me. It is special to be known.
