12.21.2010

CHANGE IS USUALLY SCARY BUT SOMETIMES IT CAN BE BEAUTIFUL

Tonight I visited my best friend at her parents' house, because she and her husband are home for the holidays. We lay in her bed where we used to spend nights eating raw potatoes and Kraft singles under blankets in the dark, whispering made-up stories and little girl wishes to each other. But tonight there was her chubby bubbling four-month-old boy between us; instead of eating we were holding tiny fingers and toes, and instead of telling stories we were whispering beauty and love into small deserving ears.

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