I've always loved the song, "Jeremiah was a Bullfrog", from the time I first heard it as a young girl. I thought the notion of a bullfrog with friends was mighty silly, indeed. Bullfrogs gave you warts if they peed on your hand when you picked them up. How gross. As a grownup, I am fortunate to have several mighty fine friends. And they often have great wine. And opinions. And they share both with me.
Lately, some of my friends are suffering. Life is just a giant lesson, and I learn something new every step of the journey. One thing I've learned from my friends lately is to enjoy--no, savor--each moment with those that I love. The moments just before I fall asleep, when Kevin and I reconnect and share small details that made our day the unique day that it was. The moments on the phone with my sister when my neice says something adorable and I get to witness. The interactions between my daughters, or my son and one of my girls. Those are so precious. And I'm so grateful that my mighty friends taught me how to appreciate those moments for what they are.
Waxing philosophic mood is ending, so I'm off for dinner and a beer. Yum!
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