I dig friendship. I dig the excitement of looking forward to breakfast with a friend who loves me just the way I am. She is the ultimate sleep-over, go on vacation with, eat Indian food and talk cynically all night long friend. She just gets it and is ever clever. I dig the wisdom that exists between two people who have known each other since they were 5 years old and can read each other’s pulses. She shares my antiquing pace and knows my taste--and always understood that one's hair ribbons should clearly coordinate with one's argyle sweater. She is the most loyal person I know. I dig the security that comes from a best friend who doesn’t mind my trashy breath when I wake up in the morning. He holds me up when I just don’t know that I can get out of bed and start another day. And we like each other—really, really genuinely like being with each other. The day that I don’t see him feels strange and somewhat incomplete. I dig the laughter that is shared with someone who lets me talk too much…and go on and on and on… and finally jokingly points out that I have done so. Her listening is genuine, as are her prayers. She sees motherhood as her craft and I admire her immensely for working so hard at it each and every day. I dig the joy that toasting with a glass of cabernet sauvignon brings to two people who haven’t seen each other in a while. Daily routines have taken us in different directions, but we still care. She knows that kindness matters, plain and simple. I dig the trust of friendships that have reinvented themselves over the years; those that have changed according to time and place. Dear old friends who know the history, who know the girl, who know the funny and embarrassing, who know the faith walk and who know how to always look forward. They carry me in so many ways. And I dig new friendships that keep life fresh and present. They bring a relevancy that comes with the here and now and aren't fussy. They remind me to nurture the good and abandon those things that are not life-giving. So cheers to you, my long-haul friends. You know who you are. My baby will be oh-so blessed to have such a well-oiled team as ya'll.
Friday, April 3, 2009
Diggin' My Team
I dig friendship. I dig the excitement of looking forward to breakfast with a friend who loves me just the way I am. She is the ultimate sleep-over, go on vacation with, eat Indian food and talk cynically all night long friend. She just gets it and is ever clever. I dig the wisdom that exists between two people who have known each other since they were 5 years old and can read each other’s pulses. She shares my antiquing pace and knows my taste--and always understood that one's hair ribbons should clearly coordinate with one's argyle sweater. She is the most loyal person I know. I dig the security that comes from a best friend who doesn’t mind my trashy breath when I wake up in the morning. He holds me up when I just don’t know that I can get out of bed and start another day. And we like each other—really, really genuinely like being with each other. The day that I don’t see him feels strange and somewhat incomplete. I dig the laughter that is shared with someone who lets me talk too much…and go on and on and on… and finally jokingly points out that I have done so. Her listening is genuine, as are her prayers. She sees motherhood as her craft and I admire her immensely for working so hard at it each and every day. I dig the joy that toasting with a glass of cabernet sauvignon brings to two people who haven’t seen each other in a while. Daily routines have taken us in different directions, but we still care. She knows that kindness matters, plain and simple. I dig the trust of friendships that have reinvented themselves over the years; those that have changed according to time and place. Dear old friends who know the history, who know the girl, who know the funny and embarrassing, who know the faith walk and who know how to always look forward. They carry me in so many ways. And I dig new friendships that keep life fresh and present. They bring a relevancy that comes with the here and now and aren't fussy. They remind me to nurture the good and abandon those things that are not life-giving. So cheers to you, my long-haul friends. You know who you are. My baby will be oh-so blessed to have such a well-oiled team as ya'll.
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