Friends

We met a young man 25 years ago. He was an exchange student in our town, lived with one of my wifes co-workers. We met him maybe twice. He was pleasant and polite. When my wife and daughter decided to go to France and Italy for my daughters graduation and meet our Italian family my wife called the young man to ask if the three days they had scheduled in Paris would be enough to see a list of things they had developed from guide books. He offered to meet them and help. And he did. This led to a friendship with his family, meeting his wife to be and watching his wonderful childern grow up. They are 15 and 13, Special kids, well behaved and wonderfully affectionate. Mom is one of those beautiful French women who can have two kids, work a full time job, keep the home, and look like a school girl. Enchanting. They just left after spending three weeks in Nevada, Arizona and California. The last five days with us. Our table was alive every night, he went to see the woman who hosted him when he first arrived and we retraced the first visit he made 20 years ago with his fiance. We ate fast food and bar food and burgers and my wife rolled out some of her speciaities. It was the best time we've had in a while.