i just finished reading the feast of love by charles baxter at starbucks ward today. it was my last business trip airport reading. had a good eight hours of reading time at lax airport yesterday :)
here's a touching chapter 2, paragraph 1:
"every relationship has at least one really good day. what i mean is, no matter how sour things go, there's always that day. that day is always in your possession. that's the day you remember. you get old and you think: well, at least i had that day. it happened once. you think all the variables might just line up again. but they don't. not always. i once talked to a woman who said, "yeah, that's the day we had an angel around."
when was our day?
when was yours?
