Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Visiting Our Friends' Farm

For five hours, the kids ran through her house, around her yard. They bounded on to the trampoline. Tucked away in the shed turned playhouse. They played hide-and-seek, forgetting Sena for dozens of minutes. They chalked away on the sidewalk leading to a perfect, red front door.

Meanwhile, Jen baked cookies while I picked her brain. She showed me the children's book that is nearing completion. I peeked around her house, reveling in it's weirdness. "My spirit animal is a thirteen year-old goth kid," she laughs. And since that is who she was when I met her, it seems blatantly obvious. What was far more surprising was hearing her claim that Tim McGraw's show was the best she's ever been to.

My friend: artist, mother, wife, barista, homesteader, closeted country music lover.

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