This morning, Chris and I went to breakfast. For the first time in months, we talked. Thank you Lord. Friendship is good. Reconciliation is absolutely heavenly.

If I could, I would insert a beautiful, insightful, perfectly-metered-but-with-artistic-dissonance poem about these last few months. Instead, I'll just be me and breathe. I'll smile. I'll cook breakfast for friends, including Chris. I'll walk in joy, I'll drink forgiveness and bask in life-saving grace.