|From Planting Along The Verge|
small stitching of em when she was 11 or so
yesterday was lunch with friend day.
our usual place is closed for a couple of weeks as are a couple of other places in town. it’s that time of year.
the food was just as good but there was no talking story with the owner. instead there was an old school mate of my daughter’s all grown up lunching with an older couple at the table next to ours. poised and beautiful and talking about her first semester at school and how she’s enjoying her break spending time with her family.
it never ceases to amaze me how many blows my heart can take.