A Village of Women

Tonight my mom had a little dessert get together...angel food cake, berries, real whipped cream. Wine, coffee, the fireplace, a cat to pet. Two girls laughing and screeching. Six women sharing stories of lives lived, children raised, grandbabies birthed. A village.

At 9:00 Chloe and I climbed in our car, bedtime on a school night beckoning. She was very sad to leave the warm circle by the fire, and the stories. Buckling in, with all the drama her ten year old self could muster, she asked, "Do you know how hard it is to be an extrovert in our house of introverts?" Big sigh.

Here's to friends, and family, and stories.