The Brightest Note

Just a short post tonight -- it's a snapshot I wanted to save for posterity. I tell you, the smallest actions seem to hold the greatest value, it would appear.

My sister and I went out to a well-deserved dinner at Oliver & Bonacini's this evening. We've both been stressing about various issues and needed the chance to vent/process/rebuild to preserve our combined sanity.

And heck, a portobello burger with a side of tomato, watermelon, and feta salad is a gorgeous conduit for conversation.

We discussed her upcoming wedding, a potential weekend trip to Las Vegas (umm, yeah, it just might happen, kids!), and other stressors. About an hour later, the tables around us were slowly vacated until it was simply us sitting in our section.

When a lull in the conversation arose, my sister jumped right in: "So, I heard you told Mom and Dad about your news." News? Quoi? -- OH! "News," yeah, THAT news. Yeah, I came out to Mom and Dad at the end of August.

Turns out my Mom spoke with my sister the DAY AFTER I came out. I have to admit, I wasn't sure if my parents were ever going to bring up that conversation with my sister or my brother -- I thought it might turn into one of those uncomfortable silences we are notorious for creating and maintaining at all costs. But no, I was certainly mistaken!

I want to remember this evening because of the confidence I felt while talking with my sister. I never dreamt that this sort of ease could exist in a conversation that dealt with my orientation. I'm snug in that sleepy sort of happiness, the kind that comes after a long day that ends on the brightest note possible.

I'd say it's a decent starting point to another weekend, wouldn't you?