The Visit

I have always said that what makes a home are the memories. Indeed, I want my home to be filled with wonderful memories in every corner, every nook and cranny. So I do love it when friends come to visit, because it’s just another opportunity to make memories and have a life well lived. And so my friends came and there was laughter and wine and food and catching up, and sharing and margaritas.

My friends, who have helped me move several times, helping me carry the heaviest furniture in and out and around and in the proper place. My friends who have been there for me, kept my cats when I had to leave a house full of mod and had no idea where to go. My friends who have been there for me, through thick and thin and breakups and breakouts, through tacos and turkey and questionable spaghetti sauce.

And so the good times rolled and great memories were made.

Life is short. Spend it with making memories with good friends.

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