I’ve been thinking a lot about friendship lately. Sometimes it seems worth pausing and being thankful for the people I’ve attracted into my life. And, boy, have I attracted some fabulous people.
My most enduring friendship, more than 15 years strong, is with a fellow shopper, a girlie girl, a mother of four. And then there’s the fellow journalist, sassy broad, conversationalist. And then the insightful, spiritual, easy-to-be-with man who lives on my block.
I love spending time with all of them, can chat endlessly on the phone, count on them in a crunch. I marvel at their choices and gestures and capacity for love.
I am blessed. I am so proud to call them my friends.