Do you remember when you were little and you would play tag? There was a home base, or just a "base" where no one could harm you. No one could touch you. Some kids wouldn't leave the base for fear of getting caught. But most kids were satisfied running around and coming home occasionally to catch their breath.
Last night, I caught my breath. I love all of my friends, and each helps me in an extraordinary way. But I will always have a home base - friends I can turn to, be safe with, and return to the world, running with renewed courage. It doesn't matter that we haven't seen each other in months or even years. And it especially doesn't matter when our lives change so much, you're not sure it will ever be the same. It's not the same, it's better, like cheese or wine (so I've heard).
Every day, I am left to wonder what I did to be blessed with so many wonderful friends. As Julie Andrews sings in the sound of music,
"I must have done something good."
And that's what Jenny thinks.
hey jenny, thanks for being one of my home bases, whether you know that you are one or not :)
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