Today was the day I've been waiting for. Today was the day that I had a chance to sit down and really talk with my-best-friend-in-the-world-when-I-was-12-years-old.
We met for breakfast at 8:30 and we visited for four solid hours. It is impossible to encapsulate the wonder of 'coming home' and picking up our friendship where we last left off
We met when we were about 10 years old and we were best friends for the entire two years that her family lived in Canada.
We looked at life and experienced it very much the same back in those days. We were young, naive girls waking up to the scary world around us. Growing up, being kids, facing the same fears (junior high school and all that entailed) ...
We look at our lives now and the shared compassion we have for our relationships with our family, sisters and our younger brothers. There are so many similarities in our ways of seeing the world despite the vastly different paths that our lives have led us.
Conversation was easy, though we talked about difficult topics. Compassion ran deep and words carried a lot of meaning.
Our friendship extends beyond ourselves. It includes our parents, our siblings and encompasses far beyond that. There is a quiet understanding, caring and sharing that will live on long beyond this visit.
It has been a gift that has far exceeded what I could have ever hoped for. I was given the opportunity of a lifetime. To meet up with my friend and know that we have a lifetime of friendship ahead of us.
Time and distance are irrelevent. Good friends are forever.
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