...over the last few weeks, I've been reminded of how many good friendships I have in my life.
I am lucky that my mom taught me how important friendships are.
I have friends who I have known forever. One sent me a gift card to Terrain last week with the message: "Just because. Send a pic of the fabulous thing I picked our for you. ;) I know how much time, energy and love you put into caring for your family. Take a little time to care for yourself...even if it is just to go through online Terrain at midnight." (A good friend is someone who knows your favorite store).
I have friends who I've never met. That's weird, I know. But through scrapbooking I have so many friends I've never met, probably will never meet, but will always consider them friends. One sent me this poem:
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul,
and sings the tune--without the words,
and never stops at all,
and sweetest in the gale is heard;
and sore must be the storm
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm.
i've heard it in the chillest land,
and on the strangest sea;
yet, never, in extremity,
it asked a crumb of me.
And I have friends who I've known for years and just met, like this lady. When we sat down to eat, the waitress asked us if we were a birthday party. Ha. No, just me, Charlie, Stephanie and Jimmy, and their 8,000 kids.
We began our friendship about five years ago talking about the Bachelor. And quickly bonded over growing up tall, awkward, and without flat irons. And now we live on the same coast. We might start a support group for those who grew up tall, awkward, and without flat irons.