Today my friend, JMO, is coming to help move the desk into the little room so the former living room/office can be fully baby-fied.
Right after work, right before flying off to Germany for a meeting early next morning.
We’ve known each other, on and off, since we were about 9 and 11 years old.
It struck me today that if I never got old, or older … if I stayed young … I wouldn’t have experienced today.
Like many other days – with an old friend I know so well now, who has his own children, all sorts of scars but most healed, and (with me) a shared knowing what time and life can bring.
Just a simple damn table and a gesture, but knowing how tumultuous our lives are going to be, that makes it more.
My friend knows. So it’s not just that he helps with a trivial thing, although it costs him on a busy schedule. He would have done that anyway, on most days.
But he helps and knows.
Knows me. Knows children.
Knows changes. Knows time.
And I know that he knows and cares.
That moment today with him then … would not have been possible 25 years ago … because some moments need to mature.
To grow old in the right way. For the right purpose.
Like something you drink that warms you for a long time after.
That’s worth it. Worth our age.