Perfect.

Sometimes I forget that life is not about
what city you're in or how prestigious your job is,
what you wear or who you're dating.

Then I visit a certain group of friends, or FAMILY shall we say?
Today was that day,
and it was just in time.

After waking up to red Sharpie on my face
and birds attacking my sanity,
we pulled ourselves together for some quality time.

We talked feminism over brunch
and pieced together the conversations of last night.

I earned yet another nickname
while we acquired two new family members.

There were trust and honesty,
mixed with ideals and aspirations.

I laughed 'til I cried,
which made everyone laugh...
'til I cried some more.

We reminisced
in between dreams.

And we loved.
Isn't that what life is truly about?