Friendship

They come into your world just in the nick of time.

I remember the phone call to Darin. "Honey! I met someone. She is so much like me. Our conversations are deep, rich, connected." And then you go on living. Each your own lives, but now you are seen. It feels SO GOOD to be seen.

I remember sitting across the couch from her. She was scared, timid, hiding. Our conversation hit heart strings-- and we were linked. I watched as she took back her life. I watched her grow strong powerful wings. She sat with me through pregnancy. And birth. And building my own sense of worth. And together we dreamed.

We dreamed about everything. How we could serve, where we would go, the curiosities inside us begging to be fed. She was right next door. And when I was lonely, or when she felt strong, we sat together on my porch and watched the sun set.

You think it will last forever.

You think.

And then they change.

And you change.

And sometimes when you try to talk, it doesn't feel so natural anymore. But you keep remembering THOSE days, keep hoping they'll return.

And sometimes they do.

But sometimes they don't.

You know things are changing, and that your future won't be so much them. So your eyes feel foggy and your cheeks feel wet. You can't tell if it's hurting, or just a swelling of deep, deep love.

And gratitude.

And joy.

For the crossing of paths.

For the love that was shared.

For the time that she was my friend.