Have you ever heard someone say that their old books are like good friends? Last night I discovered that my old friends are like good books.
I met with some friends that I haven't gotten to visit with in a loooong time. I drove to an old friend's new house and curled up on the couch like I'd been there a million times. I was brain dead, an hour late and preoccupied because my children weren't all in bed yet. And it was well past bedtime. My friends didn't mind. They were just happy to see me, hug me and let me listen to their rambling.
When I'm curled up on my own couch with a good book I've laid down during a busy season and have just picked up again, I'm re-immersed after just a few sentences. It only takes one descriptive word to capture me and drag me right back into the plot's center. That's how it is with old friends. When life gets crazy you just add a comma. Last night's chatter began with a lower case letter.
I'm so thankful.