Tonight we had two of our friends from Duke over for dinner. We’ve gotten together with them in the past to smoke cigars and talk, but this was the first time they came to our apartment.
I made spaghetti and that totally delicious-but-terrible-for-you frozen Texas toast garlic bread. They brought salad and cookies (which we ate separately). We sat around our dinner table eating pasta, drinking wine (I had a Tom Collins for the first time and it was great), and laughing and talking.
A few days ago I read a quote from someone who I can’t remember, but they said something like, “there is no love as fierce as the love between two women who have chosen to call one another sisters.” There aren’t many women in my life who I have chosen to call my sisters, but these two are definitely hovering around that rank in my book. We talk openly and honestly about our lives without fear of judgement. We talk about race and love and religion and education and health and hospitals and children. We laugh hysterically, we drink lightly, and we smoke fat cigars on the porch.
I am so honored to have such wonderful friends in my life, and I am so blessed to have the means to entertain them in my home with the love of my life. Despite all the problems and limitations caused by my chronic pain I truly have a top-notch group of family and friends supporting me, and they make everything surrounding my problems with pain not only livable but enjoyable.
baruch haShem, l’olam va’ed.