We live really close to each other. We realized after the death of one of our friends in 2013 that we were leaving way too many gaps between gathering together to live so freakin’ close to one another. We started meeting for breakfast, and it is a ritual I have come to love.
I get my own apple butter; that’s a rule. I will drink bottomless amounts of coffee. There will be gigantic biscuits, then there will be nothing but biscuit crumbs. We will eat enough to feed a small nation for a day and marvel at how full we are. We will talk about the silliest stuff, and we will dig in and ponder the deep stuff. We will laugh loudly and other diners will turn to look at us. We will tip the hell outta our waitress for hogging the table for so long.
Connections, love, laughter: this is the good stuff, the deliciousness of life.