Friday, October 1, 2010
I stayed at my desk, working, picking up his intermittent texts—we're near the tunnel, we're through the tunnel, we're close to the fifth exit—until finally a text announced the name of a neighboring town, and then at last he was home. I don't think the kid has ever been hugged that hard. I don't think he's ever looked that good.
What am I today, but grateful—to his friend, for driving intelligently; to the forces that be; to him. Nothing we win or do or are promised in this life can matter like the people we so deeply love.