dinner at Moms

It was Thursday and our flight was mid afternoon. After the normal airport challenges, luggage, rental cars, and the pm traffic out of the airport, we arrived at my parents for a weekend visit and a chance to catch up on matters of the heart. Each of these trips is weighted and more intense as we come closer to realizing that the days ahead are less than the days behind. These moments are now colored in precious.

Love isn’t a state of perfect caring
It is an active noun like struggle.
To love someone is to accept that person exactly the way he or she is, right here, right now.

Mr. Rogers

And so we sat there laughing and sharing stories and jokes and catching up as though it was yesterday.


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