“Why did you do all this for me? he asked. ‘I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.” “You have been my friend,’ replied Charlotte. ‘That in itself is a tremendous thing.” ~E.B. White, Charlotte’s Web
We came via planes, trains, and an automobile. We had never looked each other in the eye, before that day. We came with excitement. With anticipation. And we hugged so, so tightly.
There are the moments that define us. Graduation, marriage, childbirth, child-having, divorce, illness, a death. The grand moments. The ones we call momentous. The ones about which books are written.
And then there are the smaller moments. Where we don’t expect the boom.
So then why do they resonate like they do? We feel it. In our bones. And even more in our souls.
