An introduction of sorts

Mostly it was the scones. 

You may think I'm joking but I'm serious. That and the way the sun bounced off everything on the kitchen table, the way the flowers leaned in lightly toward the window with their waists in water... The rummaging of children beneath our feet and babies on knees and morning breath and the steam of coffee. The way Jeannies homemade granola tasted with yogurt and the light color blue that had licked the entire kitchen. 

But mostly, once our hearts became deeply connected, once we had each learned to practice this rythmn of meeting, we discovered  we weren't lonely & we found, with time, a deep satisfaction. 

You can be married and still lonely we discovered. And lonely is a strong word, as each of us were surrounded with people and family who loved and cared but there was something we all yearned for. Maybe it was just the scones. 

We were careful to admit it: that there was something at this table that felt necessary, something that we had been missing. The words came out slowly like dripping and we said them with caution so as not to say we weren't happy or that our husbands weren't amazing or that God wasn't enough. They are recklessly enough. & we were passionately happy. but I think we all found, the four of us, at that table, that

Women need women.