hospitality

I had the pleasure of spending the last two days at my good friend, Carolyn's, the loving mother of four daughters (three of whom are teen-agers) and one son. You can just imagine my delight, discovering the vagisil on her kitchen floor, upon my arrival. What a relief, knowing that if an itch presents itself during dinner, I need not worry...a quick remedy lies just a reach away. And there's nothing like drifting off to sleep, knowing that within hours, nothing less than spartan french roast (for all coffee makers) would grace my discerning taste buds.

Despite such award-winning hospitality, I did not come for the vagisil. I did not come for the spartan french roast, or even the cran-raspberry juice that's always waiting for me.

I came for the laughter. the love. the freedom.

I came for the big hearts, otherwise known as carolyn, savannah, fiona, olivia, elsa, and noah. where time doesn't exist. where no subject is taboo. where all are accepted. where love reigns and laughter abounds. My love cup is full. glimpses soon to follow...