two hundred and sixteen

18 August.  I am grateful for a wonderful day punctuated with another serendipitous meeting with fabulous friends from a lifetime ago. For moments that allow now and then to overlap, reminding me how small our world really is. Reminding me to continue to slow it down and rejoice in the little things. Little things like the naughty glint in B’s eye at lunch on realising we were childless on a saturday night.