Honesty Pants

Such a sweet thing, reunion.

Tastes like
homemade spinach artichoke pasta, makeshift cookie cakes, iced coffee, and homemade ice cream welcome back parties.
Feels
sharp as this crisp autumn night, makes all the good things in us stand up straight in our hearts, gives our souls goosebumps knowing we are about to begin something worth remembering.
Stands out
like these stars the southern summer tucked away from me for far too long.
Looks like
slick motorcycles, new church family, getting our nails did, this sleepy old town, funny grandmas bicycling down the street.

And reunions like these
Gives me life in the deepest part of my bones,
Because my soul pumps along to the heart beat of laughter.