Home Again

There are as many definitions as to what a friend is as there are people who believe they know.  For me, that state of being called friendship was defined while at the Teacher’s picnic yesterday (a quick note:  I am not a teacher.  I am sure many of you will be relieved to know that the children are safe – well at least from me).  

My wife and I showed up to the host’s house and wandered into he back where the principal’s husband looked, smiled, and then handed me a pair of grill tongs – we were picking up right where we left off from the last time standing in front of a couple grills while we jawed about nothing in particular.  

The small gesture of extending me those tongs and the trust and confidence that went with them was one of the singular most heart warming things I have had happen to me in a good long time.    Maybe much ado about nothing to most, but it felt like being welcomed home and can’t beat that…