Thursday, February 19, 2015

In Gratia...

Times, they are a changin'.

It's been awhile.

I've wanted to write.

The blank page seems to beg for profundity that I have little energy to provide.

So, today is a note of gratitude.

May I never take for granted that I am loved.

Being loved is a gift.

From the oldest bestie I watched run away from home in first grade (little did we know where we'd end up. Seriously, how'd we get here!?)...

To the bosom bestie I met at age 14 (oh, how our lives have paralleled one another in strange, strange ways and oh, what a comfort that has been to me)...

To the roommie besties who helped me Live it UP! that one summer (I wish I still had the t-shirt--at least I remember the inside jokes)...

To the post-college besties who shaped my world views (it's amazing how the themes we explored almost ten years ago are still pertinent)...

To the Phoenix besties who so quickly became my pillars (I just had a feeling we'd be friends, y'all)...

To the newest bestie who so easily fitted into my life and will so profoundly change its course (you're sure about this, aren't you?)...

Being loved is the ultimate gift.

May I never take for granted that I have always been loved.