Friend

FRIEND.

I have been thinking about this word lately... what it means... and who it means. Certain people come to my mind, certain days. 

I think about being a little four year old girl again. I think of that day I hid behind my mom's legs when introduced to the little neighbor girl. I had no idea then that she and I would see each other through years of jumping on the tramp, of secret crushes, bad break-ups, and shopping sprees. 

I think of "Sally" and "Stacey." I think of sleepovers and MEETING HALFWAY. I think of long talks. I think of tears and hugs. I think of giggling uncontrollably. And of more giggling. I think of silly nights of crank calls and boobie traps. BFF's.

When I think of FRIEND, I think of screaming out our favorite songs while we feel the freedom of the windows down and the car keys in hand. I think of lunch trips and cutting class. I think of moments. 

I think of those I have known since birth, and I think of those I have known only a few months. I think of wedding days, I think of going on walks. I think of phone calls. I think of inside jokes and quiet memories. I think of helpful hints and good advice. I think of years of love and conversations past. 

I have been blessed by each of you... my friends. All I can hope is that my little Mary will be as lucky as her parents have been to have such wonderful friends!

Mary met her first official friend this week... I think they hit it off. George and Mary are just a week apart...