a date with kindred spirits.
sitting together at the table, sipping something hot and yummy, surrounded by wood. we share stories, laughter, love, and creativity. one slips this dear box, filled with her great creations in raising funds for cystic fibrosis with her 65 roses project. another shares a knowing glance (and then another, and so on). these friends fill my cup. they listen well, to the words spoken and to the sounds of this mother's heart strings. i love, love, love this shared space. i love these good times among good people. kindred spirits, indeed.