Watching my daughter walk up a trail hiking with her newest best friend was endearing.
I remember my favorite friends as a young girl and how much fun I had with them.
Laughing, crying, playing all day long.
Nothing seemed to disturb our bliss, not even silly boys that chased us around the school yard. We always had each other and we always seemed to be complete.
Friends have come into my life and out.
My mother told something when I was getting ready to go off to college and having a hard time leaving some high school friends that I will consider myself lucky, if as an adult up in the distance, I could count 5 people as true friends.
Adulthood is lonely.
I have had times when I needed a friend.
After a certain time in one’s life friends turn into adults with families and/or responsibilities that take over most of their time.
It becomes more challenging to “get together” to share moments, to even talk on the phone.
If I didn’t “TEXT” I wouldn’t talk to half the friends I do now!
Life is busy.
Friends are busy.
I am busy.
But knowing that I have my friends as friends is what counts.
I am lucky enough to say I know some very good friends that would stop their very busy life if I really needed them.
I have some family members that I couldn’t say that about.
Because they are my friend.
We share or shared something strong enough that connected our beings together until the end.
I have always dreamed of having friends surrounding me in my life’s journey.
I am grateful .
All I can hope is that I am as good a friend to them as they are to me.
Love to all my friends.
It goes deep.
No matter where you are, where I am or what time of day
distance or time can not take that away.