It is becoming clearer to me how central personal relationships are to everything. The little kindnesses. The compassion – not just for the starving in Darfur, but for the stooped woman at the shopping center.
The other day Debbie (Taylor’s mother) took my face in her hands, looked at me straight on, and kissed me on the lips. I was a bit embarrassed by such frankness, and looked away. But I appreciated her eye-to-eye and flesh-to-flesh boldness. This is a broad daylight kind of love. Unabashed and unembarrassed intimacy and caring.