Those Separated

There are those people in all of our lives, I think. Well, rather, I hope. I can’t be the only one who is blessed by said people, because surely I don’t deserve them. But these people… these certain and specific people stand as bricks in my life. Forever apart of my heart. My house. They are foundational. They are worthy. They are something else all together. These bricks are not simply on the outside either. They don’t get rained on or chip away. They don’t get torn down. These people lie within my favorite rooms. My library. My kitchen. My bedroom.

I am blessed.