cheri called me around 4 yesterday, and when i poured my stressful heart onto her she demanded that i drive up to her house in danvers.
we had some red wine and she let me talk and talk and talk. there is something so comforting about the types of friendships were you can come, just as you are, and be accepted. be loved.
sometime in the night about a foot of snow fell.
jacob (cheri's son) and evan (jacob's friend) could not wait to get outside, but cheri insisted on making them a big breakfast before hand. auntie rosie (cheri's aunt) took the boys to rough house in the snow banks. we drank coffee.
shoveling out in the foot of snow the next morning: bummer. but not as bad as the subsequent north end parking. even still, i would not take back my night with her for just about anything.
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