thinking of faraway friends
thinking of old roommates and careless times
remembering that they didn’t feel so careless then
thinking of the rarity of real, true friendship
the richness of true community, how we were so blessed to share it.
thinking of times to come.
how different things are
thinking how I miss they way they were
thinking that I love the way she says “this is my family” and recites each of our names.
knowing it is different now.
hoping she has a “stand-in family” when she is in her searching years
praying that they will be as nurturing, encouraging, admonishing and lovely as mine.
i am thinking of you today.