With Open Arms
Today was a day off the wagon.
I had a beer. I had a chicken wrap with a real tortilla. I had ice cream. And it was glorious.
As KP and I headed home from our grand outing, we were driving down the street and saw a high school-aged girl carrying an overnight or athletic bag walking down the street. She looked to be on a mission. Fast walking that soon picked up to a run. I looked behind her to make sure she wasn't being chased - there was nothing. Ahead of her was a girl, running with her arms out. She was in tears. Her friend caught her, and engulfed her with the biggest bear hug known to man. They turned the direction the crying girl ran from and slowly walked hand-in-hand the way she came.
I almost lost it as I reminisced.
Whether she was crying over a broken heart, a fight, or a loss, it was unclear. It didn't really matter. It appeared her friend would have been there for her regardless. Maybe she was going to stay the night with her to console her. Maybe there was a case of beer in her bag, who knows.
Fact is, most ladies (and possibly gents too) out there hold at least one special friendship like the one I witnessed today. I certainly have been blessed time and time again with friends that would run down the street for me on any given day. Friends old and new, I am thankful for you.
And remember, I will always be here, bag packed, arms open.
XOXO Tab
I had a beer. I had a chicken wrap with a real tortilla. I had ice cream. And it was glorious.
As KP and I headed home from our grand outing, we were driving down the street and saw a high school-aged girl carrying an overnight or athletic bag walking down the street. She looked to be on a mission. Fast walking that soon picked up to a run. I looked behind her to make sure she wasn't being chased - there was nothing. Ahead of her was a girl, running with her arms out. She was in tears. Her friend caught her, and engulfed her with the biggest bear hug known to man. They turned the direction the crying girl ran from and slowly walked hand-in-hand the way she came.
I almost lost it as I reminisced.
Whether she was crying over a broken heart, a fight, or a loss, it was unclear. It didn't really matter. It appeared her friend would have been there for her regardless. Maybe she was going to stay the night with her to console her. Maybe there was a case of beer in her bag, who knows.
Fact is, most ladies (and possibly gents too) out there hold at least one special friendship like the one I witnessed today. I certainly have been blessed time and time again with friends that would run down the street for me on any given day. Friends old and new, I am thankful for you.
And remember, I will always be here, bag packed, arms open.
XOXO Tab
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