Good, for my heart.

Yesterday these dear ones--

no longer residing in proximity to me--

came for a little visit.

We Mad Mex-ed [of course],

we laughed [of course],

and we argued a bit too.

And, ultimately, [after much debate, negotiation, and flat out refusals regarding what the rest of our evening would look like], we ended up

here.

Exactly where we should be.

We held a hilarious jam session,

putting to good use our skills.

[Though not pictured here, 

you should know that Katy is a killer drummer...
Demo forthcoming.]

We talked of what we needed to
and we left unsaid what we already know.
We prayed, and there were tears,
and just a lot of love.

There are no others with whom I giggle quite as freely,

am obstinate with quite as obstinately,

allow my soul to be examined by quite as deeply,

or listen to quite as attentively.

And while it is not ok that life has moved them onward,

it is a gift when they are here,

with me.