This week I had a daily gift. For the first time in 9 months, I had a few hours to myself each day. You might think this is a small gift, but I do not. You see, I’m a parent of young kids, a full time teacher, and a student. Personal, free time moments are rare.
While my daughters were in camp, I had a beautiful canvas of time before me. I painted it how I saw fit. During one of these moments I stopped into a coffee shop. I pulled my book out, settled in with my coffee and bagel, only to notice a woman next to me. She had a white splash of hair atop her beaming, smiling face as her friend came over to the table. They embraced and it was clear these were two old friends.