As we walked through the front door the smell from the huge pot of gumbo immediately accosted me. In a good way. Kids were already playing and running in and out from the back door to the living room. I walked out myself, only after getting many hugs from good friends and my glass of wine was poured. The Autumn sunlight felt good on my shoulders as I stepped into the backyard of my friend’s welcoming and full-of-life home.
We came to celebrate both of her beautiful children’s birthdays and friendship and the passage of time, with all of it’s bittersweet-ness engulfed in an afternoon of stories and laughter and cake and ice cream.
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