Some days you get to hang out with friends, eating or watching a movie or talking over ice cream.
Some days you get to run around outside in a team-sport activity, even though it’s 98 degrees, because you’re all mutually soaked in sweat and can laugh and bitch together.
Some days you get to read a book that makes you laugh and cry and that gives you goosebumps because it’s so good—and it isn’t even published yet.
Some days you get to play with three cats and four dogs even though you’re allergic, because your friends love them, you like them, and you can always take a Benadryl.
Some days you get to learn to build a deck—how to tie string on stakes to square up the posts, how to dig 40 inches into the earth, how to mix concrete from 80-pound bags that, yes, you are strong enough to carry.
And some days your opinion is valued, even though you’ve never done this activity before. But you can talk through it, and call in another friend who has done it, and together you can figure it out.
Some days you get to learn to landscape.
Some days you get to work in the same room as three people you love like crazy.
Some days you are made aware of how frequently you sigh without realizing it.
Some days you get to start work on a back porch while it’s still shady and move inside when it’s cold.
Some days a friend or a boss will make you lunch.
Some days you get to talk about far-off ideas that really could happen.
Some days you get to chase your friend down the street because you forgot something in his car.
Some days you forget to start the dryer.
Some days you drink iced cucumber water at home for a nice treat and find yourself shivering while the thermostat reads 82.
Some days you get to see teeny-tiny little babies, three days old.
Some days you get splinters.
Some days you get to welcome home your roommate and friend from two weeks of overseas travel, during which time you missed them more than you’d imagined.
Some days you get to have slumber parties with your sister.
Some days you agree to wake up for work before five a.m. because you just like the people so much.
Some days you get to celebrate the marriage of two darling people while sitting in a circle of some of your dearest friends.
Some days you get to resolve tension.
Some days you get to sing in a ridiculously off-key “Happy Birthday” to a ten-year-old—if you can ever stop laughing.
Some days you get to make a s’more over the stovetop.
Some days like this all happen to fall in the same week.