starting out on a journey

I climb out of my car, quickly locking the door and slip slide across the icy parking lot. It's late, and it's chilly, but there is no where else I'd rather be. I hurry up the stairs, knock on the door a few times, but then open it, because I know that I'm welcome. And there they all are, sitting on the couches smiling and laughing. Some curled up in blankets, all of them looking half asleep. But they are there, waiting for me. So I sit down on the floor, and tell them all about my night. And I can't help but think how lucky I am to have such good friends who care so much. I can't wait to see where life takes us, and I'm so happy to know we'll be connected, even if we're all somewhere else...

p.s. birthday blog still to come...