my friend is visiting and i haven’t seen her in two and a half years and i have missed her more than i thought i ever could miss a friend. she knows me, she sees me, she speaks my language. we were so excited and talk talk talking and never got through anything and are hoping to squeeze one more visit in before she heads back to her islands and when i walked in the door afterwards, i sat down next to my dog, who put her head on my lap, and i cried.
how beautiful it is to be known, to be seen, to be loved.
in two days it is her birthday and i put this in her card as i don’t know how to put it into my own words
“She is a friend of mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order. It’s good, you know, when you got a woman who is a friend of your mind.” ~ Toni Morrison
today i am grateful for my dear friend.