Has it really been 2 months already that I've had thoughts so fleeting that didn't settle long enough that I didn't document them here?
It's so weird how neither of our parents have our house keys but our friends do. I think that is a testament of many things-how much we trust them and most importantly, that they are family. By giving them our keys to our home, we've essentially given them free access into our hearts and lives.
These are not just people I laugh and cry with but have driven over during lunch break with lunch, drop it off and then leave quietly when I'm too sick to crawl out of bed. All without me asking. They've also anticipated that I'll most probably just call food delivery when I'm on the brink of starvation and that junk is the last thing I need in my stomach.
There are also the friends who have entrusted us with their keys. So we know how to let ourselves in and not wait in the corridor when they are late from rushing home from work. I'll then switch on the aircon, pour myself a glass of water and rest while I wait for them to return.
I guard those keys carefully, making sure never to lose them. And I know they do the same.
They will be people that will be the strongest colors in the tapestry of my life. They will be why I count myself rich.
Bless the Lord for these friends.
I love you all.
