Friday, July 24, 2015

A Pat in the Back

Jamaica interrupted the frenzy of the work day with a text inviting me to come over.

I came over a little after one and she fed me a life-altering blackberry cobbler. 
I felt so loved.
Her children made me miss mine.
I didn't want to leave.
At almost goodbye she patted my butt.

And I liked it.

I'm determined to figure out a way to con her into doing it again.

I make an inventory of my female friends. Admirable women. It makes me feel like, finally, I have arrived.

And I'm so happy. 

1 comment:

  1. Your happiness fuels my happiness. I'm so glad to have radiant friends.