today at noon, annabelle and henry climbed into the suburban, and violet stood in the yard with her head back and tongue out, trying to get some raindrops for the road. caron and i hugged and ben ran back and forth on the wet porch, soaking his socks. i always hate saying goodbye to my friend and her three little fireflies. they came and played for a little while this morning on their way out of town. they live in illinois now.but when we met (six years ago? how old is annabelle? we met just before she was born), she moved me into a new phase of my life. she's the bridge between my student life and my grown-up life. caron first took me to the church where we worship now, she introduced me to the people who are now my best friends, she reminds me about things like typewriters and being a good wife and the value of a well-timed gin and tonic. when we met, she and jason lived across the hall from daphne in the glen arlo apartments. now andrew, ben and i live one block from the glen arlo, and she lives just a couple hundred miles east of here.
"in the morning, through the window shade
when the light pressed up against your shoulder blade
i could see what you were reading."
1 comments:
...all the glory that the lord has made, and the complications could do without...
a wonderfully chosen song. i love the sound of that number.
my favorite part, as we were driving away, was seeing you standing on the front porch, centered between those two lions, with your own little lion running around with sopping paws.
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