A community is the mental and spiritual condition of knowing that the place is shared, and that the people who share the place define and limit the possibilities of each other’s lives. It is the knowledge that people have of each other, their concern for each other, their trust in each other, the freedom with which they come and go among themselves.
― Wendell Berry
Most of us here, now treading in collars or stilettos, worked to create this space, this moment. We emptied. We built. We planted. We baked or poured or supplied for what would become a communal mosaic, an evening celebrating (my brother-in-law and friend) Tim.
Lining tables shoulder-to-shoulder, faces aglow, we agree our lives are different because of you. Happy 30th birthday.