last night I was amused by how many guys were walking home to their sweeties with really appalling bouquets ... and how many of them will be met with bogus gratitude.
and then I recalled a Joni quote "romance is Gods way of showing us he has a sense of humor" and then - for some odd reason - I thought of the three times in my life when I felt like I was being honored ...
once when a friend was dying and I massaged him ...
once when I travelled to Italy for a friends wedding and she sat me beside her at her Sienna reception ...
and once on Obamas inauguration day when a friend at work invited me to her home for brunch on 135 st street and I shared the moment with her, her two sisters and her mother.
These memories stay and stay and are full with joyful replenishment.
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