Something I've been thinking a lot about today is the gift of friendship. I spent most of my today with someone very dear, realizing how much more she means to me than what we are doing and why we're doing it. (Although sometimes I do wonder about the why.)
It is astonishing to me and I think that it stands to reason that our friendship is reciprocated. It literally astonishes me that while I am so content (though that word doesn't do it justice, really) with her, just being with her, she's also so content. It's a strange feeling.
And there it is. There's the double take. I ask her again in a slightly different way but she'll repeat that she is happy just being with me. And she is. I can't even describe the feeling - but how lucky I feel, and how lucky should everyone feel when content with friends. I certainly feel like I don't deserve it.
