[Days like these get me thinking that maybe, just maybe we’ll have more babies someday.]

We spent yesterday battling the bitter cold streets of San Francisco with my dear friend Liz and her son, who were visiting from a far off place. Liz and I became instant best friends when we moved here, and she helped me through the tender months surrounding Amelia’s birth and death. And then, as sudden as she came into my life and long before I was ready, she moved away. I cried for days on end, knowing I’d lost one the of the best friends I’d ever had.

Every once in a while someone exceptional comes into your life. Sometimes they stay forever and sometimes it’s just for a fleeting moment.

Lately most of these encounters have been just fleeting moments, but I’ve learned how much they change you. It’s incredible how much the worth of a soul is in the sight of God; that meek little me could be blessed and changed in such an infinite, divine way.

Maybe, just maybe there’s a light at the end of this dreary, dark tunnel of mourning and loss. Maybe, just maybe God’s got some big, grand plan I don’t know about. And maybe, just maybe, he’s going to keep using really cool people to help execute this said plan.

I sure hope I’m cool enough to return the favor.