There lies the season where I miss my friends. It’s a crazy thing, getting older. Not as simple to make friends any more. Everyone is busy. Everyone has baggage. And so I remember the plaque that hung in my grandmother’s kitchen from a hundred years ago….(or 40):
Make new friends, but keep the old;
The new are silver and the old are gold.
These friendships have weathered life’s storms: Cancer, infertility, marriage struggles, divorce, faith struggles, death of a child, children with emergency surgery, financial drain, suicide, depression, alcoholism, prison, poor health, aging parents, death of parents, miscarriage, many children, few children, job changes, bullying, education challenges, children growing up and moving away, children with faith crises, deployment, moving, starting over, making new friends and the list goes…..it is life. Distance may separate us, however, these life cords forever bind us.
So worth the road trip with my girls to visit these dear friends. We didn’t get to make ALL the rounds due to end-of-summer craziness and that only makes the argument for another visit and for visitors here. Life’s too short, make the effort, you won’t regret it.
Rollin’ with my homies.
making the trek 