envy
Last night I went to a friend’s house for dinner. Her house is so adorable and just perfect for a family and for entertaining. We played outside on the swing set with her son, threw the ball to the dog, enjoyed the evening air as the sun was going down. She made an amazing seafood pasta and we sat around the dining room table with another girlfriend of mine and talked… about life, love, family, work, disappointment, hope and the future.
Her son and the dog continued to play quietly until each fell asleep in their own little place in the house. Her husband came home from his ‘jam session’ with the guys and we realized it was after 11. Time had passed so fast. Whether it was the fact that we kept filling our plates with one tasty thing after another, or the conversations that just flowed so effortlessly, hours and hours had passed without me knowing.
I left there feeling proud. Proud that I had made two such impactful, smart, respectful women. Proud that they loved me as much as I loved them. And proud that I was not envious of something material, a thing, an item, nothing like that… but envious of something I know I can have someday. A family. And a place to call home.
