Your faces–your eyes and smiles and histories with me brought forward–were another invitation.
Even though we were missing two from our circle, your place settings stayed wrapped, our reunion hinted at all those previous encounters where some wonder was being made before our eyes, unseen by our eyes.
Catching up, being present, keeping company over those delightful tacos at La Cuchara helped me do an easy thing: remember. And you all helped me see, just as you have before. What a treasure.