Monday, September 02, 2013

Reflecting on a friendship

After two years, my best friend (my soul) and I finally reunited. Her face, as she walked towards me, appeared like a bright light, a spark of yesterday. Her hug, a squeeze of home. Just to be near her and her little family for five minutes was all I could ask for. Of course, more time is ideal, but isn't that true of every good thing in life? More time with that person, with those people, at that place, more time to just be together. Just to sit and talk, or not talk. Like that saying, "too much of a good thing can be wonderful."

Time together is precious and fleeting. It's normal and lovely and comfortable and awkward and brief. It is filled with apologies and don't worries. It is filled with smiles and laughs. Of learning the new and catching glimpses of the old. But more than anything, time with my friend is full of love. In her sweet voice you hear care, you hear worry, uncertainty, but always love.  Her time is filled with more than just friends, staying up late, playing drinking games, dancing, music, and acting silly, like way back when. Now, her time is filled with life. Soft, squeaky life. 

Heather, thank you for giving me time to spend with you. To just sit with you and love on your Hanalei. Thank you for including me in your plans and don't think for one moment that I didn't understand or appreciate you when you had to be a mom first. I loved seeing you that way, and I look up to you more than ever. (And I say ever, because I have always looked up to you, my strong friend).

Until next time when I am lucky enough to hear your voice tell people that I am your friend, to twist our arms together as we walk along, and to sit and watch you be you - the person you were destined to be!

I love you, Bug!



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