Sometimes I Wish You Were Here

O.k., a little honesty here. Not that I have been unhonest. Sometimes, I wish you were here. I wish we were walking in a field somewhere enjoying God's creation. We'd be talking about things we have always found easy to talk about. Things that other people seems to always have a difficult time talking about. I would take you to Boston, to Cape Cod along the sea shore. We could have dinner at a simple, nice restaurant, and I'd take you to my prayer meeting on a Wednesday night. Mom has said that if anyone came to visit, she would let us use her car. Oh course, you would have to drive. I would be so happy to have you in my humble home. We'd rent movies, get dinner ready for my mom as a treat, listen to music and have a lot of laughs in my room. We could do whatever you felt like doing. We could invite the Holy Spirit to join us. Hey, how about about Mass on Sunday morning! Now that's an idea! What would you like to do? Don't forget to throw in a snuggle or two. I would have to have you meet some of my friends, especially my other best friend. I know there would be a lot of love thrown around between us, there always is. That would be the best part of the visit. We'd have so much fun together. The two friends that are not afraid to hold hands. A hike must be a part of this visit. The other best part of the visit would be that it would be in God's time, and that would be perfect.