Make new friends, but keep the old…
Nothing makes me feel better than time with my friends. If I was my 16- year- old self saying that, it would take on a whole new meaning than it does now.
I have best friends from high school, best friends from college, best friends from work, best friends who are family, and best friends that are because tragedy brought us together. I have “Kyle and I’s friends” and “AJ and I’s friends” and friends that fit into both categories. In each of these groups, I can be myself, let my guard down, and truly enjoy the moment. They all take me for who I am, whatever I’m wearing, back my crazy ideas, and make me smile. These are my people.
The older (and of course wiser) I get, I value this time, more and more. There are never enough hours in the day to do and see all the different things and people I would like to. God willing, I’ll be given another day to keep those relationships alive.
Recently, I had a few close friends over—this group—which is only a portion of who I would consider, is together as a result of loss. We have all lived through tragedy and have and continue to keep putting our hearts back together.
These moments were incredible and I am still on a high from being around all of these incredible people at one time. They made me forget to look at my phone. They made me laugh until I cried. They made me feel normal. They humored my dessert of “Tim Tam Time”.
To all of my friends… I love you… I didn’t grow up saying that to anyone really. Our family just didn’t speak so openly. My goal is to do that. I love the people that love me and us for who we are.
Until the next nap time…