Over the weekend, I finally got to meet Big Mama live in person. Though she's a distinguished author now and is all fancy with her real name and everything. Melanie Shankle, a.k.a. Big Mama has written three books. If you haven't ready Green Sparkly Earrings, The Antelope in the Living Room, or Nobody's Cuter Than You, than you are missing out. They are hilarious, heart-warming and touching reads. She spoke at my friend's church for a ladies thing. And not only did I attend a churchy ladies thing, but I set my alarm on a Saturday morning and everything. There are few people I would get out of pajamas and miss my morning viewing of the Pioneer Woman for - but Big Mama is totally one of them.
Melanie spoke on friendship and how we as women should engage with one another. I wasn't expecting to cry but there were tears galore. I also went with Sarah, the one person in the world who has known the ins and outs of my life for the last 20 years. And if anyone knows what it's like to be a friend to me, it's that girl. So, we got lost in the feels and the memories we have shared over the years and at one point were blubbering over our coffee and a chorus of You are My All in All because sometimes life presents you with these full circle moments and you can't do anything but cry at the glory of them.
My finest moment came when I was first in line to meet her. I behaved myself and did not bring all THREE books for her to sign, but I had seriously considered it. Before I knew it, I said something about being star-strck and began blabbering about how long I've read her blog and this one time she left a comment on my own when she held her "Fashion Fiesta" and I nearly peed my pants because I was so excited. And she said, "Oh, you're so cute!" but I think she really meant to say "Bless your heart," because I mean, really. I also told her I kept waiting for the day I ran into her at a Target at some point and I'm sure she's now hoping that day never comes because I did not stop talking the whole time I was in front of her. I'm one of those fans. Sorry, Melanie. Amazingly enough, I quieted down long enough for a picture.
I now have pictures with two New York Times Best Selling authors and something about that feels brag worthy. (Also on my list - Anne Lamott, Jennie Allen, Glennon Melton and Kelle Hampton - a few of my other favorite writers/human beings). However, my mouth starts working long before my brain, causing me to use words like "ass" when talking to Jen Hatmaker about how her book had kicked mine, and then the word "peed" to Melanie.
I'm so eloquent. Bless my heart.