Today I want to talk about friends. In fact I want to talk specifically about these 2 friends. You may recognize the master mind and the valley friend from this post. Or you may remember the 3 amigos from this post. I am blessed. I am blessed. I. Am. Blessed.
The mastermind, I will refer to on this trip as my convertible friend. We buzzed up and down the coastline in a SAAB convertible thanks to her. We surprised the third friend by showing up in scarves and sunglasses 'Thelma and Louise' style because of her. We entered the grocery store giggling like out of control schoolgirls because of her. We made a creative purchase that will be sent to a fourth friend in Montana so she knows she should have been with us, because of her. To coin a phrase used by my daughter (to describe someone else) that sums her up perfectly... my convertible friend is "a party in a person."
My valley friend, I will refer to on this trip as my silver box friend ~ thanks to the memory of a silver box brought by her to birthday celebrations that will now forever represent encouragement. Because of her we fasted and prayed for the heart burdens we brought with us. Because of her I stayed up way too late sharing, listening and finally falling asleep pondering the tender words she had penned and intended to soon gift.
Now don't think that I am stereotyping here. My convertible friend can turn around and be my giver of sage advice, and the first to spill tears of empathy. And I would not be in the least surprised if my silver box friend turned to me with soda straws hanging from her nostrils! This is so true!!
|blessed, convertible, silver box|
Why they drag me along? I'm not going to waste time trying to figure it out... I'm just hopping in that convertible with my silver box and singing out loud because I can. One friend will laugh until I do, the other will tell me I sound great... because... that's what my friends do.