There are some people in this world that God made to be good friends. They are compassionate, kind, thoughtful and forgiving. The kind of person that you might not talk to for days, weeks or even months, but still remember to call you on special days to say ‘Hi’ or ‘I’m thinking of you’. It’s taken almost 40 years for me to realize this – but I have a few of these ladies surrounding me – and damn am I one lucky woman.
Friendships have been hard for me. I’m forgetful. For example, I have no less than TWENTY blank greeting cards at home. Confirmation, congratulations, Fathers Day – I bet I have a greeting card for almost every occasion. The problem is: I buy them but never sent them. (If I die, hubs won’t have to buy a greeting card until the girls are in their 40’s.) I have the best intentions. In all honesty, the hardest part is picking out the cards – but in my case, the sending part is where I fail. Miserable, I know. Which is why one of my 40×40 list items was sending a hand written card each month.
I’m embarrassed to admit I forget milestone days of my dear friends. Cancer diagnosis, death of a spouse or parent, big anniversaries. It’s not because I don’t care about them. Quite the opposite actually. I think of them at random times. When I hear a SugarLand, Jay-Z or see an owl t-shirt at Target, I think of these friends and smile. They are gifts from above. I’m just awful at telling them. I sure hope they know how much I love and cherish each and every one of them.
But you know what? As I said earlier, I’m damned lucky because they love me anyway. They love me when I am crabby and demanding. They talk me off the ledge when I want to blow my lid at someone who said or did something ridiculous. They console me when I am sad. And that is truly priceless.
This morning on my way to work, I received a simple text message from one of these amazing women. It simply said “I’m thinking of you”, along with a picture of a butterfly. Tears welled up in my eyes and I was reminded how blessed I am to have this beautiful person and others like her in my life.
Friends are the family you choose. I’ve got a great “family”.