Can a woman forget her sucking child,
that she should not have compassion
on the son of her womb?
yea, they may forget,
yet will I not forget thee.
Friday night I had the most awful thing happen. Doing a quick search on my blog suggests this revelation of my failure will not surprise any of you, but, for all intents and purposes, I had forgotten that the Big O is a twin.
Twin #2 came to me that night, and asked me, "Why do you always call me [Biggo]?"
"Surely, I don't! I call you by your own name! I'm sure of it!"
But as I said this, I wracked my brains, trying to remember this crying child, who looked just like my bonny boy, trying to remember his name, and failing.
Finally, I resorted to finding his birth certificate. Bruce Robin. 'Bruce Robin'? No wonder I couldn't remember it.
"Do you mind if I call you Robin?"
I could tell he didn't care. He just didn't want to be called Biggo anymore.
I woke up, convinced I had a forgotten son, Robin, and panicked, wondering how I could ever make things up to him, help him feel loved again, redeem myself as a father, and return this child to feelings of love and security.
Thank God. Thank him that he never forgets us.
A friend loveth at all times
Circumstances prevented us from visiting with Foxy J this weekend while she was in Davis, so we were delighted and amazed when the fates tossed another dear, dear friend right into our laps.
The Chemist and his wife shared a basement-split-in-two with us back when we were all newlyweds. We shared that dump for two years. Then four years later we were together again in Berkeley. Then off they went to Boston.
Then today, here he was. In town for business.
We won the Have-The-Chemist-Over-For-Lunch contest and reveled in his company until he had to leave for Monterey.
But, as he told us once, with us four--no matter how long its been between visits--we can always pick up where we left off.
Ever since I made the discovery almost a decade ago that God made us social creatures, I've never stopped riffing on the subject. Because it's true. We were built to need each other.
And I'm so happy to have good friends.
Thank you, friends.