A Spring of Joy

In the power of true friendship.

Over the past two weeks I’ve had the joy of sharing time with two of my dearests.

Two days with my college friend, Marni, and her family over Thanksgiving helped ease a lot of the struggle of how different the holidays were. As the 8 of us crammed into our van to drive around for 2 hours and look at Christmas lights, I thought to myself, “I cannot think of any other family we would do this with.” We laughed and shared and watched our children play… and I thought about all those days in college when Marn and I laughed and shared and dreamed about watching our children play. Always in love with music, she and I have shared our love for the 80’s and dancing over the years. And she hears the song in my heart.

Then there was my Monica (whose Danica is doing very well–thanks to all who prayed). She works (telecommutes) with Brian, and was able to fly in for the company’s Christmas party to which we had both brought nearly identical outfits to wear. We picked her up from the airport, rushed to a hotel to get ready, partied, then got up at 4:30 to drive her back to the airport, grabbing every second we could to talk. As I sat with her and listened to her share her life, I remembered that day when she was 5 and I was 8. We both can keenly remember the moment we met. It was an instantaneous friendship that has weathered so much more than we ever thought life would hold. She knows my heart’s melodies, sung to the strains of poetry and beautiful prose.

The beauty of them both is how they know me so well. They sing the tunes of my heart when I have forgotten the words.