My friend just pulled out of the driveway, all packed into a car with her husband and her little ones, headed north to life in Massachussetts. I think she may have packed a little piece of my heart. Or maybe that little gate that keeps the tears from spilling out.
For 20 years I have been blessed by her friendship. This picture tells you all you need to know about two young women who met on a college campus in a sleepy little town. She was the bright and shiny one with the sparkly earrings and the effervescent personality that had the legions of admirers. I was the more reserved one that gave out her phone number and who grew to confidence because of her encouragement.
It’s a friendship born out of late night trips to Subway to eat Otis Spunkmeyer chocolate chip cookies and talk about the things that young girls talk about. It is an easy friendship that has lately seen a lot of hard things that coeds in a sub shop couldn’t have imagined would come.
To be invited to participate in the sacred moments of life with someone is such a privilege, isn’t it?