My Cypress/Paris friend Kathy sent me an email today with a picture of her holding her granddaughter Bella. Bella lives in California and just recently met her father for the first time as he just returned from Bagdad. Kathy spent some time in California visiting her son and wife and the baby this last month.
I call Kathy my Cypress/Paris friend because I had really just gotten to know her when she and her husband moved to Paris for what was to be two years. The two years turned into four and she moved back to Cypress this last year. I try not to have regrets......or let me put this another way.....I try not to dwell on decisions long enough to name them regrets... but one of my big regrets is that I didn't get to Paris while Kathy was living there. She went over there not speaking a word of French (well...maybe "bonjour") and became acclimated to the city, the subway system, the markets and restaurants because she became very good at speaking and understanding the language. She learned the stuff you would want to know if you only had a week to visit. So I kick myself now and then when I realize how quickly her time over there flew by for me.
Kathy is a very good friend and I am so glad to have her back in Cypress. She's the kind of friend who can talk about intelligent things and then giggle about the smallest thing moments later. I can tell her anything and it falls upon very non-judgemental ears. And when we both forget what we're talking about mid-sentence with each other, we just change the subject. So I think Kathy will completely understand when I tell her I want to nibble on Bella's cheeks and squeeze her pudgy little legs.