I’m writing over at my new friend Alise’s blog today…
It was just me and Mr. Darcy for a long time. The two of us, girl and dog, figuring out life’s beautiful mess together. He was alongside me in every significant moment, working or resting or vacationing. He was my other, my companion.
And then, as often happens to dogs, a man entered the picture – and by sacred utterance of the words, “I do,” we became a family of three, all under one roof.
It was altogether lovely: but even with husband beside and Mr. Darcy at foot, newness surrounded me, seeming to define every area of my life. Four months into wedded bliss, I broke down: I was lonely and yearned for community. I craved Everyday Friends, people whom I didn’t have to book out three weeks in advance. Walking the dog in and out of the neighborhood’s streets, I hated the very nature of our isolated suburban community: parking in the garage and entering a house without ever having to utter a hello to the person who lived next door.
Understandably, my friendship with Neighbor Mark was then as unexpected as it was real.
Read the rest of the story here…