Fellowship. We can have it in blogland as well as in life. Really, we can. But not if you never say anything.
My daughter is in the process of moving back in with me. Her heart is breaking as she does this. The last thing on earth she wants to do is move back in with her mother. She is grateful for a sober mother who welcomes her, let me be quick to add, but she is a 31 year old who has been on her own since she was 18 and this does not feel good. Today, for the 1,329th time, she will get people to go with a truck to her b.f.'s house to get her stuff and move out. Hopefully this will be the last time. I wouldn't place any money on it though.
Yesterday one of her sober friends picked her up and brought her back here. When she came back, we all sat around and chatted. She is a young woman who is sober 6 years. It was so nice to just sit in the kitchen and talk. Three sober women. Two different generations, but all speaking the "language of the heart."
The language of the heart transcends all barriers. (Even reticence to post comments - get it?)
God Bless Us, every one.