Today, at the park, a little girl named Katie played with Lucy. After a few minutes, she asked, "Will you be my friend?"
Lucy said yes. And they played together for a few hours, until it was time for us to leave.
Lucy keeps talking about it.
And I'm just struck how little any of us change. Because aren't we all just waiting for someone to ask that very question? And longing for the chance to say yes, and be together?