i have these friends – these friends who sit with me in my confusion, in my fear, in my doubt, and in my pure depression. these friends are more valuable than any material item that I think I own (for I don’t). Luckily for me, I don’t own my friends, nor do I make their decisions.

And that makes their decisions far more valuable.

I wake up each morning and often take them for granted – and for that I grieve deeply when I recognize it.

But this morning, my hands have grabbed a piece of each one of their souls and held it to my nose, breathing in deeply of their beauty.

There is so much beauty.

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