Today we had a little Christmas Cocktail party, 30 or 40 people -- just drinks and cookies. Nothing fancy at all. One of the couples we invited were the parents of our daughter's best friend, who is moving away. They aren't close friends really, but we've certainly known them well enough over the last eight years as our girls grew up together.
It came time for them to go, which really means good bye. A moment everyone is collectively dreading. The Mom gave me a big hug, and instead of letting go after a second or so, held me close and said: I just want to thank you for all the kindnesses you've shown Laura over the years. For driving her, and including her in your family and making her feel so special. It's made our time here so, so wonderful. Thank you so much.
Sometimes, but not often, your life plays out in ways that are more poignant and touching than you can imagine. Or you're ready for.
2005 was a very strange year for me. You think every year just gets stranger and stranger like this? The older you get the more your life resembles a bad episode of 'Dynasty'? I'm starting to think boredom is just for the Gen-Xers...
