Yesterday, my neighbor Margaret looked at me after borrowing sugar, smiled a lovely wisp of a smile and said to me, “I’m so glad you’re right here.”
She walked back to her front door, steps from mine, a piece of me melting in her sugar bowl.
I’m so glad you’re right here.
I contemplated immediately driving to get this tattooed on my body and then remembered I had nachos in the oven.
I’m so glad you’re right here.
The simplicity of closeness. The value of proximity.
Right. Here.
And the warmth of knowing someone values you enough to want you near.
My friend, I want you to know I’m so glad you’re right here.
Love,
Celeste