This morning I woke up to a quiet house. The festivities of the night have settled like embers from a fire. Dishes were stacked and cups dotted the room in evidence that all appetites were met with satisfaction. Echoes of laughter rang clearly in the great hall of memories. A smile is painted on my face as I reflect back. This was no birthday, holiday, or any other scheduled event. This was merely friends gathering to enjoy each others company. That, my friends, is worth the celebration.
As I go around and pick up the scattered pieces, memories attached come calling back. Like ghosts whispering from the shadows, I hear the joyful conversation shared. This is a subtle reminder of how blessed we are to have friends.