photo courtesy of Becky's phone
I’m supposed to write for five minutes on my friends.
Five minutes?
On the girls I met when I was 4?
The girls I giggled with at all the wrong times?
The girls I gave flowers to at my wedding?
The girls I worked with? Sweated with?
Served with? Cried with?
pretty sure this is Beck's phone, too
The girls that have been a part of every single season of my life? Every single place I’ve been, they’ve been? Every single thing I’ve done, they’ve done?
Who gets friends like that? Why was I blessed with girls that will cry when mentioning another’s name? Or offer to fast when one is going through a hard time? Or treat my kids as their own? Will clean out my parent’s house at a moment’s notice? Or will make a joke at just the right time? Or remember that “one time we…” just when we needed to remember?
yet another camera phone picture
My sisterchicks. I don’t know how it happened. Why we’re still friends. Or how we’ve stayed together this long. But I’m so thankful that God put a crazy group of little girls together in that church a long long time ago. I need every one of them for the different strengths and joys they bring to my life.
linked to my real and true friend, Lisa-Jo, the Gypsy Mama and her fabulous Five Minute Friday!
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