not dark yet

i remember how reassuring it was to be cuddled next my mom and dad during a thunderstorm.  they couldn’t calm the storm, but being next to them made me feel safe & padded.  nothing could get to me without getting through them first.  and it’s that way with friends, too.

this morning we met up with some dear, dear friends of ours–phil & polly (and their 6 kids)–for a breakfast at the park.  bagels, fruits, coffee, swings, skateboards, frisbee, laughing, catching up, admonishing, reveling, etc etc.  we haven’t seen them in nearly 5 years and they’re passing through from arizona to philly, enjoying friends & loved ones along their route.  let me tell you, i felt lifted, propped, sustained by their presence in town.  they’re folks that i admire, i think about a lot (just like these and these), and that i wish i could be near enough to have some long-standing inside jokes, prank wars, and some crazy bit of competition.  i wouldn’t be competing for most kids, mind you, but something else…