I’ve been thinking . . . ”
about how Friendship goes two ways. So does every gift.
Give yourself away and beauty comes back in unexpected fashions. Send off a kind word. Get back a melody. Offer hand to hold and find yourself surrounded by people who care. Invest your time in a person’s future, end up finding a person you want to be part of your own.
Soon it’s all of the time. What can I give you? What do you need? How might I help? Might I set this bit of love over here next to the flowers by the porch swing?
Food, clothing, and shelter. What good are these? . . . without color and feelings and an “I know what you mean?”
With a lifelong friend, laughter takes new dimensions — bass becomes tenor, alto, and soprano. Imagination dances. Even sadness has a place for relief.
And we don’t ever notice who we are when we are together, but, if we stop to consider, we suddenly understand that we like who they see.
It’s what friends do. They give and they receive without thinking, but with eternal gratitude.
A paradox, yes.
A lifelong friend doesn’t need explaining, . . . or fixing.
Lifelong friends, we just are.
It’s what we do.