Today's Friend

My friend wears a rabbit hat. One of us could wear it, true, and we all want it - but it wouldn't be the same. She and the rabbit hat become one. It isn't quirky. It isn't attention-seeking. She is the rabbit hat. There is no putting on...it becomes her.

She is immensely talented, and immensely humble. I don't know her brother, who is possessed of his own genius, but count him a friend. It's the wit, the humor, that we all share. It's a bounteous feast and we all count ourselves particularly lucky to tag along. Her laugh, heard once, is remembered and found impossible to describe.

She gathers loyalty, and dispenses more. There isn't anyone close to her who doesn't know she could be the first call in the middle of the night. Straight of priority, crooked of grin...

Sure, we have a lot in common. The hat thing (the rabbit hat would not inhabit me, I'm more beret to her quirk), the pun thing, the crazy spontaneous "who cares what people think as long as we don't hurt anybody" thing...all that and more. But it's not as much about how we're alike as how our differences complement each other. How the best parts of each of us (and each of her many, many friends) come together and multiply. Rabbits do that, you know. She'd have my back - and we have hers. The mere having of such a friend invites others...it's a gravitational pull that begins with her entry into your life, and once open, there's no closing that window.

It's lovely weather - lovely weather for a rabbit hat. Let me grab my beret.