it was a deep sigh. the kind you feel in your gut. i walked away. and even though we dreamed up ways to see each other again soon, i knew it would be years. i hadn’t seen her since my wedding, years ago. it had been years since our college road trips, dorm room conversations, and science class. years. since then we had babies, got degrees, moved a few dozen times, and changed in a million ways. when i heard she was in san diego for just one evening, i knew i had to see her. jamie, my bubbly, bright, free, live life with every ounce of her being, friend was here and i drove downtown to see her.
the swirl of the art show spun around us, a rhapsody of blues and folk. white walls lined with stories in square frames, faces of fathers fractured by success. and it was as it had always been, a friendship rooted in heart. she shared about her baby girl and the way her little liver works differently than other babies. and on a day unknown to us all, her baby girl will need a new one. i felt my tears hot behind my eyes listening to her story. she shared about how even in the darkest days, she still finds joy, she still feels blessed, she still sees hope.
it’s an oddity the way people move in and out of our lives. we lose people along the way, don’t we? some friends we never imaged living without somehow get lost into the shuffle of days, weeks, and years, while others seem to stick. maybe friendship isn’t concerned with a lapse of time, but about being in-time. intimate. it’s about intimacy; being present, honest, vulnerable, and alive to the heart before you. because as we stood there, sharing smiles and secrets, the misfortunes and miracles, failures and fears… it felt timeless.
sam’s saying- “STOP moving!”
but, boys NEVER.stop.moving