Come laugh with me, the best is yet to come

Within one block of a major thoroughfare jammed to near gridlock by impatient, irritable (and irritating) holiday shoppers, candles flickered, food was prepared, wine was decantered.

A door was opened.  And we came.  At the core are three people whose friendship will turn twenty years old when the New Year dawns.  Three who, in that time, have assembled four (or perhaps three and a half) engagements, two marriages, four children, 10 occupations, a handfull of funerals, separation of time and distance.

As we moved through the blur of our friendship amid comrades and cousins, brothers and others... refreshing a bond that may stretch but will never break, I heard within the laughter and Christmas carols the unspoken whisper...

Come laugh with me, the best is yet to come.

Comments

[Leezer]

Old friends. Good times. Thanks for the great post.