Hey thanks. I needed to vent. I feel much better now (of course the two beers I've had probably help a little bit, too).
Monday night means mahjong night at our friends house. Dugan and I are just hanging out waiting for everyone else to get here. I tend to come earlier than everyone else since I work close by and instead of going home and turning around shortly after arriving home and coming to their house. It just makes sense.
Jenn and Dugan are amazing people. I met Jenn when I worked downtown. She would come in, we would chat and we would feel that connection. I always wondered how to ask her to hang out (you know, without coming off like I wanted to date her). And then one day it just happened. I'm sure glad it did. One of my favorite memories of Dugan is shortly after I received the news about the spot the doctors found on my mom's lung (which turned out to be just some scar tissue) I came over to their house for dinner. I got up and was taking my bowl into the house (we were eating in their backyard watching a movie) he grabbed my bowl, handed it to Jenn and bear hugged me. I cried like never before.
The four of us (Kev, me and the two of them) get along really well. We couldn't have asked for better friends.
I love looking back to when we first moved here and thinking about how we had four people we knew. Now we have quite a family of friends.
Jenn, Dugan...thanks. Much love my friends. And that's me speaking, NOT the beer. :)
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What a great posting I was reminded of one of my favorite sayings from the Messiah's Handbook.
The bond that links your true family is not one of blood,
but of respect and joy in each other's life.
Rarely do members of one family grow up under the same roof.
I wrote a posting about it here. The idea has meant a lot to me, particularly when I see it happening before my very eyes.
You are blessed with a wonderful "family" - blood, extended, friendships, et al.
Thanks for choosing to be part of mine and allowing me to be part of yours.
Love you,
Dad
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