V was on a business trip this weekend and an old friend was in town overnight. We had a girls’ pajama party, talking into the middle of the night. (that photo isn’t us, by the way. We were drinking wine.)
When she left the next morning, I realized this little snapshot of one night is an example of something that lies beneath the surface but has become the foundation of my life.
In person, on the phone, online— friends play a far bigger role in my life than they do on my blog—sometimes by choice, sometimes because they’re scattered all over the place. I don’t get to see or even talk to them often. Usually that’s my fault.
But I know they’re there.
Behind every friend is a story; one you might not read here but a story that’s in my heart. Sometimes it’s taken years, even decades, to draw closer; sometimes intimacies are shared in minutes. That’s the beauty of friendship–there aren’t any rules.
Earlier in my life I didn’t appreciate the value—or importance of my girlfriends…..that time with them is good —even essential for health….that to have a friend, you need to be a friend.
I hope everyone reading this has friends who come to mind reading these words—-which don’t really say anything that hasn’t been said better somewhere else. And I hope you already know what I’ve learned to appreciate. It’s something I think about, and should say more often— just a shout-out to friends—with gratitude— for giving me a treasure that makes me feel rich beyond measure.