I run to her house like we were never apart. Give her papa a hug, toss my bag on the floor, and I am down the stairs. Wrapped into a huge hug. We are together again.
We spend the rest of the afternoon, evening just being. We don't have to entertain each other, we just do what we do and one of us tags along, poking and prodding and hugging the whole time.
After supper I play with her hair, attempting braids. We talk of boys and God and the world. We wrestle with what we believe, cover every topic we think of. We go deep, everything is deep.
And then when night settles in thick, I walk her to the alley and we sprint to our houses, giggling loud so we can hear each other arrive safe. Safe from raccoons and coyotes and owls. It is a silly thing to do, we are silly. :)
She is home.
No comments:
Post a Comment