Sated by Surrogates While Hungering for Home
I'm happy that Molly's coming over to go have un-Thanksgiving dinner at the clubhouse in about 15 minutes. It's remarkable how people can serve as one another's family when necessary.
Earlier today, a colleague with whom I'm close here and I were talking by phone. She said, "Oh, I'm bragging too much. I shouldn't tell you all of this." She was happy with how a recent project had gone at work.
"Yes you should. Think of me as a hybrid of your friend and your family. I always want to hear whatever you want to brag about."
"What?" There was background noise and she didn't hear me. I felt self-conscious having to repeat it, as I had never before spoken to her this commitedly, even as we've confided in each other routinely, since meeting more than two years ago.
I repeated my offer and she said that she was moved and humbled.
And then I was even surer that I wanted to have her among my family.
Later in the day, she sent me e-mail:
Sarah, you are family- you listen to my foibles and you listen to me bragging- what more could I ask of you (a bit of turkey and pecan pie, but these broad hints don't seem to work, sigh!!!)