subject line: we laughed and he paid

 

Small Town Kansas

oday, for the first time in my life, I went to lunch with a boy and he told the waiter, “Two” as we were standing by the entrance.

We told stories for an hour and a half. I didn’t want to stand up from that table. For the first time in a long time, I wanted to stay in one spot.

It was a little thing - a quiet afternoon with a friend. A little thing that I don’t want to be shaded by cynics, because He’s dripping golden gifts where I least expect them, when I need them most.