And sometimes you need cookies.
Let's take a closer look.
See that shine? One word: Butter
And sometimes you need friends and cookies. It's a cosmic explosion of love.
That about sums up my elation at seeing not one but THREE non-DC friends in the past couple of days: a cosmic explosion of love. The cookies are honestly optional, but since it is freeeeezing out and since... wait... nevermind.... You never need a reason to make cookies.
Forget the cookies. (Don't listen to me. This post isn't really about cookies but you should never forget them.) This post is about friends.
First of all, I was taken on a tour of the Ferry Building in San Francisco by a local expert, none other then Teeny herself.
Followed by margaritas and little succulents.
Triple joy: Teen, margs, and little plants.
Then, the next day, I took the train (feeling very much like my brother who used to take this train a lot) to Palo Alto to visit a friend who I haven't seen in at least 3 years. So much can happen in 3 years. Like having a baby who is no longer a baby but a mini-human being!
Amazing how that works.
And last but certainly not least, and it's saying a lot about our friendship that I am even posting this picture of myself, but dear Abigail is in town!
|She's on the right|
She is like my soul mate in female form.
Friendships are so sweet for the soul. And so restorative after some rather tumultuous days of travel and feeling weary and missing Michael. It is such a relief when you can just sit with a friend who knows you well enough to ask the right questions, and also knows you well enough to sometimes just let you be. It's like a big exhale. It's to move with finesse I think, but it doesn't take too much thought. An interchangeable understanding of when to talk, when to laugh, when to smile, when to cry, when to listen, when to speak, when to breathe, when to advise, when to laugh again. There is no script and no rule book. There is just you and your friend who means so much to you for any number of thousands of reasons why. It is a sweet thing to realize that your experience and memories and time shared with that person are yours alone. Of course, other friends can know the sweet and endearing and quirky things about that person, but your own experience is unique to just you and your friend. I love that! In a world where everything seems cyclical (as in, it's all been done before), each and every moment with a friend can be brand new and unique and special to you. Huzzah!
I said the word "sweet" three times in the above paragraph. Clearly I have something sweet on my mind. Ok? Ok. Don't forget the cookies.
Cookies: optional but highly suggested.