…or Kate as the world knows her.
She is my sister-in-law, my husband’s little sister. (Incidentally, it’s pretty great when you marry an amazing man who comes with an incredible family who loves you like their own!)
Truthfully, I started this post to push through some writer’s block. Kate has always been an “emotional portal” of sorts for me. You see, I’m not an overly emotional person. I’ve been asked before if I ever cry. I’ve been likened to a robot and had my heart compared to that of a cow. Clearly, I’m not very sentimental.
There are many times when I desperately need to “lose it” and can’t. When I know I’d feel better to ugly Oprah cry for a few minutes. When I need to feel awake or alive or you know, human. Whenever I’m really stuck, I can think about Kate and it takes no time at all for my rusty tear ducts to get to work, for the words and inspiration and feeling and life to come back.
My first memory of Kate was in the den of her parents’ home in Columbus, GA. She was reenacting some scene from Drop Dead Gorgeous. She was just as silly and beautiful and fun when I met her at 16 as she is now. I don’t know anyone else like her. She is this rare breed of fun and spontaneity mixed with thoughtfulness and sensitivity. She is sassy and passionate as the day is long, but she is the most tenderhearted and loyal friend you could hope for.
I turned 33 a few weeks ago. Kate surprised me with a birthday cake made from scratch. If you don’t know her you can’t possibly appreciate that sentence. This is the girl who just a few years ago had to call her friend to ask how to make boxed mac n’ cheese. It’s like THAT. She made me a two-layer homemade cake with homemade icing, y’all! It was the sweetest and messiest gift ever. As I sat across the kitchen table eating cake and laughing with her, my heart was full.
Kate is most known for 2 things: dancing and laughing. She’s been dancing for 20+ years and any time I see her on (or off) stage dancing, my heart leaps. She’s a Rouse, so she’s been laughing from birth, I feel certain. That laugh is unmistakeable and infectious! It melts away self-consciousness instantaneously.
She’s one of the only people I’ve never tired of. I’m always happy to see her and always sad to see her go.
Seems to be a bottomless ocean of love I have for that girl…even if she does keep me waiting and is always dressed better than me.
She makes me better. She makes me grateful for life in all its beauty and complexities. She’s one I could never do without.
Who is home to you?
Who is your “emotional portal”?
Who brings light with them on your darkest of days?
Who are the people in your life that make you feel alive?
Who are the ones who make you want to be more yourself than you’d ever dare to be otherwise?
Those are your Kates. There can’t be many. Probably just a handful.
In fact, one is enough to make the poorest soul rich.