When I thought we were moving to another town, I thought day-and-night about the missing.
I'm in my 15th year of marriage and it's this town, this house, where roots have grown.
Besides family and familiar, it's girlfriends I'd miss the most: women who've captured my heart by making my normal feel okay.
To celebrate my staying and just being, the girls came over to dip berries in chocolate.
These friendships forged, some new, some old, all needed. I introduced some, happy to be the common denominator.
And we indulged.
We licked our fingers, breaking beautiful cookies from my baker-neighbor. Talking while eating messy foods with our hands, catching chocolate drops.
We curled our feet under us, talking, laughing, sharing, encouraging.
Trading stories, comparing kids and reveling in the beautiful sound that comes from friendship.
The clock struck midnight.
As we shared the bond of sister-friends.
And my heart smiled.
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