The God of Small Things Is Found Here
Hold fast to dreams
I was in a reflective mood as I packed my rangefinder camera into its sling bag.
My other bag was a small backpack carrying all I needed for the four-day trip to Washington State. Friends there invited me to see their new home and to celebrate my 60th birthday. They further enticed me with the promise of freshly baked lemon squares, which sealed the deal.
At the airport awaiting my flight, I took out my camera and checked all the settings. I’m a nervous flier, so any distraction quells the jitters.
I thought about the past, and the couple I would visit.
We met in our university days. They married young, and I was proud to be a part of their wedding party. Theirs has been a successful and happy marriage, producing a lovely daughter.
I thought about the landscape of years behind us.
Years filled with careers, raising children, caring for and eventually losing our respective parents. And now, despite the aches and pains of aging, here we are.
Still finding time to enjoy our friendship. To eat, drink, laugh, and marvel with gratitude at this amazing life we’ve been gifted.
