Thursday, April 19, 2012

Old Friends

Another Random Journal Link-Up Day. My plain-Jane blue journals take me to a Monday in August of 2003, when I'd just returned from a weekend with my seven closest high school girlfriends, whom I first knew when we lived among the undulating wheat fields of the Palouse in Eastern Washington (State--for those of you not from my neck of the country).

"The over-stimulated, but-I-would-barely-give-up-a-second-of-it, weekend with 'the girls' now affectionately known as "The BaBaas. [Little Brother] said this evening, "You must have been cheerleaders."
"Why?" I asked ( because he was dead right--three of us were).
 "Because one weekend and you already have new cheers and secret handshakes."
My kids asked if the water was cold at the lake place and I had to laugh. We never even checked. All we did was talk. On the square of couches inside, on the deck sitting around the lunch table, watching clouds and jet-skis down at the dock lakeside. Beneath the luxurious starry night where an equally luxurious feast had been prepared for us at a home on Hoods Canal by folks we don't even know and will probably never see again--salmon and salad and fresh bread. Candlelight dining til we were stuffed but we still had room to snare bites of shared desserts as the plates were passed between us. Beside a readied campfire on the beach, we watched the night and the fire, listened to more words, or the small silences and felt the home only we can be to each other--yes, such home as our deep, long friendship can bring. Some silly, necessary old stories were brought out like we hadn't heard them a hundred times before, and those stories were as sweet as the dessert. And we told new stories, shared confidences, and opinions--some hard, some not. And there was laughter permeating every sentence.  Because these are the girls.
They are the friends I went through puberty with. We were present for first periods, and first kisses, for boyfriends and breakups...and these women, I think, will be the ones who may well be there at the end of my days as well. When our hair is all white and our teeth are failing with our chests, and we're all using canes and needing diapers. They'll still be the girls to me."

All I can add to this is that ALL women should have such friends. We are made for them, Made-in His-Image for them. I believe it. I am thankful that over the course of my life He has repeatedly given me such a wealth of such women. But that surfeit of riches of female friendships (and perhaps my very ability to maintain them) always, always start with these first and best.

To read some other journal entries, see these posts.


Modern Day Disciple said...

Beautiful share! That is such a gift- to have friends from that early and throughout life! BTW- I love your journals - they are orderly and look intriguing. If I came to your house I would want to peek! ;)
Giggling girls sharing firsts...I pray my daughter would have these...despite our moves. Thanks for sharing and participating!

Ann said...

Friend reunions are so much fun! I've only had the pleasure of meeting up with old friends a couple of times, but they are priceless!! Thanks for sharing.

In His Lo♥e, Ann

Kristina said...

I like this line: "the home only we can be to each other". That's wonderful that you have friends like that. It's something I long for.

Pamela M. Steiner said...

I love this post...I too have been blessed with such "old girlfriends" that I literally grew up with...we all got together to celebrate our 60th birthdays as each one reached that milestone...and now we try to get together at least once a year to celebrate being "old friends" forever. I know I am fortunate to have such friends...someday we will all celebrate our friendships in heaven forever! Then we will see that we have LOTS of friends we may have never met in person here on earth...but who are forever friends for certain in eternity! I can't wait!