Terri and I go way back. Clear back to high school. And without saying exactly how many years that was, trust me when I say it was a long time ago.
I wouldn’t say we were best friends, but we were friends. We ran in the same circles and participated in many of the same activities in high school. Our parents became friends after we graduated and the four of them spent a good deal of time together.
As is so often the case, we lost touch after graduation. We stepped into the next phase of our lives becoming wives, moms, and then grandmothers.
After 30 years, we reconnected on Facebook. It was fun to see Terri’s posts and what her life looked like so many years since we’d been classmates. I was drawn to the positive and encouraging messages she posted and I found myself wanting to get to know her as the person she is today, not just my old memories of her as a teenager. As I paid closer attention, I was intrigued by her references to being healthy, walking, running, and staying active. She mentioned that she had lost a lot of weight and was focused on being healthy and living her best life.
In the chapter about optimal health in our book, ‘The Path That Beckons’, Terri was the obvious contributor in my mind. I thought it would be great to have her share her experience of releasing excess weight, what motivated her in that pursuit, and how her life was different as a result of reclaiming her active healthy lifestyle. She graciously agreed to share her journey.
When I received her story, I was blown away! First, she mentioned she had always had a problem with her weight, back before junior high and all through high school. This caught me completely off guard, as I had no memory of her being even slightly overweight. It reminded me how differently we perceive ourselves versus how others see us. As I continued reading, the story I thought I knew about the path she had walked was just the tip of the iceberg. What unfolded was about so much more than weight, or even health. It is a beautiful recollection of a mother’s precious love.
I’ve read and reread Terri’s story five or six times and each time I can’t get through it without tearing up. I am honored to hold such personal and precious memories for her, and I know you will be, too.
Thank you, Terri, for sharing your heart in a story that many people will either directly relate to or be able to connect with on many different levels. I love you.