Miles comes out today to check out North Park, Mike is so excited. Soccer and his brother make for such a good weekend.
And my sister and Melanie come out in March and April and then Michael and I head out to California for Dad's 50th Birthday extravaganza.
I had such a lovely chat with a good friend last night.
And when i see this friend i cannot help but think about first meeting her, and it was both our first semesters at North Park, we sat in her Ikea decorated dorm room, bewildered and faking our security, I was fresh from Mozambique and when I saw her, I could see in her eyes she was going to go somewhere bigger than a liberal arts university tucked in a cold corner of chicago. And she did, Bolivia in fact, and the girls we were are not the girls we are now, there is a certain sadness to the change but mostly a great accomplishment to the growth. I can honestly say i am proud of her, I can say that time does that funny thing of moving us along, no matter our tears of remembrance, and the feet that drag and fight the change, there is the urge to look ahead, at least i always hope there is, i used to imagine life ended somewhere before it got too real, real as in it might not get wrapped up with a satin bow and slid underneath a tree politely, life is messy and far too salty sometimes, i think, but i see us, my friend and I, sitting, swatting at the beads of summer that drag down our necks, and I choose to smile at the people we have fought to become, and the crusty metaphor still makes sense now, through the fire the gold is made.
I dont know if we are gold yet, but i know fire, and I know it's real. And we are ok, from moment to moment we live and sometimes we thrive and other days we survive and so on and so on and when all the regrets, success, scrapes, blood, tears and laughter piles up, i dont think we will care if we are gold, i think the silver edge of age will suit us all just fine...
take it easy and all that




