Blessings

The words best friends once summoned up pictures of two children two years apart, who sat giggling on the front porch chaise lounge, sharing secrets. Innocence framed in fears that it was not innocent. Joy mirroring relief at the baring of two souls blessed with each other.

Those times are impossible to replicate and yet . . .

Best friends now summons up pictures of two adults a generation apart, giggling on their Iphones. Still sharing secrets. Still innocent. And still feeling joy because they are blessed with each other.