As I get older, I am realizing more and more just how fortunate I am. While talking to a dear friend last night, it dawned on me that I have been blessed with people in my life who care about my well-being as much as their own--perhaps more, people who feel my slighted feelings as acutely as I do, and who stay up at night offering up prayers and good intentions for my happiness.
It seems that, when life moves one friend temporarily away, another kindred spirit steps forward and completes the circle. And those who sink back into the shadows for a while nearly always resurface...stepping forward to reclaim their place...picking up the conversation exactly where we left off.
Even when I withdraw for a while, as I sometimes do, I take comfort in the fact that when I peek my head out, squint, and look around, I see their relieved faces looking back at me--still watchful, quietly waiting, eager to hear how I have been.
So, yes. I am fortunate and, better yet, I am wise enough to realize it, to hold on to it...to cherish it.