It is amazing how our lives parallel books. Some are worn from handling and others are fresh, with bright covers. But in each case, a story is woven through the pages.
There have been many times when I misjudged a book simply because of the cover. It wasn’t until I delved deep inside that I found the treasure. And to be perfectly honest, there were some books that had fascinating little covers that held nothing but empty mush, which anyone could write given enough drink and laughter.
But a measure of excitement lies in the unexpected that comes with each chapter. The gun fights. The appalling revelation that so-and-so is really so-and-so’s long lost cousin. Can you tell that I enjoy drama? But what grabs me more than anything are the bittersweet goodbyes. They are difficult, hard, and heart wrenching. But just as they are most certainly a part of our lives, so are the hellos.
Here’s to fewer goodbyes and more hellos.