(at the Harvest Vine)
I spent the evening with one of my oldest friends.
It's fair to say there are times she knows me better than I know myself.
We caught each other up on the particulars of our relatives, of friends we have in common.
And then there was parenting - oh, parenting.
Probably half the conversation was about sleep.
I love the way she thinks.
They never seem to happen frequently enough, these evenings.
I'm heading to bed now, feeling full and loved.