When I was a little girl my cousin PB and I called ourselves Peanut Butter and Jelly. We were inseparable, doing everything together. During our Summers we would spend the night at each other's house almost every day. We never wanted to be apart. When it was time to leave we would try to sneak in to the bed of a Daddy's pickup truck or the back seat floor board of a Mama's car, just to go home with the other again. Our attempts always failed and the inevitable always happened.
Separation is hardest when you love someone or something most.
PB and I live many miles apart, now that we are grown. We are still best friends and I still feel that tug in my heart to be closer.
Just like the tug I felt when we left our very good friends at that river. Just like Bear feels for
Unspoken hopes to see them again were undoubtedly mutual between Bear and me, because it wasn't long before we were plotting our next rendez-vous. The creative wheels had been turning. A casual mention happened and a tiny seed was planted.
photo credit: G
Thankfully tiny seeds sprouted in to an amazing beach-filled reunion!
Great forces collide when we are together and yet there is something fierce about the union of our littles (and bigs). Almost like stars reuniting after falling from the cosmos.
Is there some special magic they know that we don't?
Watching them I am convinced. They are made up of all those enchanting ingredients. Perfectly measured to map our souls and make this universe feel like home.
Something happens when we are together that makes me never want to part.
Something that makes me look at the where and think about the how and when. Again.
You are all but an extension of our hearts. Our family is yours and yours ours.
We are friends. More than.
We are love.
Again?