Sometimes it’s the little things.
It seems that at any given time in my adult life, I am having conversations with five or so friends about how we have to get together soon. Then another week or two (OK, sometimes a month, or two) goes by, and it turns out these friends and I, we talk about getting together in passing more often than actually making it happen.
I’m sure this is 90% my fault. We are all trying to squeeze a whole lot of life out of our 24 hours a day.
Oh, and I have three kids, so that counts for something, right?
Yesterday was one of those rare times when the talking and the doing came together.
Two busy friends stopped and carved the time.
Heidi and I stole away for a whole lunch hour.
Hummus + pita for friend, open-face apple, cinnamon, honey + peanut butter sandwich for me. (It was even better than it sounds.)
It. was. the. best.
Not because of the food, but because she is a dear friend.
And business (since we run one together).
We can talk about Jesus and consignment and Guatemala and heartbreak and the world and how we are going to change it together.
Thrifting and Good Will and pretty antiques unite us, too, so a few minutes of post-lunch window shopping at the very sweetest local shop is only natural.
photos (by me) taken at the lovely lady jane shop
I want to be better at showing my sweet friends how treasured they are. Really, little moments, a good conversation, some pretty things, a heart to heart over tea, they make life better.
Sometimes, they help life make sense.
“Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art… It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival.” – C.S. Lewis