Yes, cue the annoying stereotypical Michael W. Smith song here.
I have always felt blessed by my friendships. Because I contacted my best friend from college, and she wrote me back, I have been thinking (mushily and nostalgically) about how she helped make me who I am. I mean, that's what friends do, right? They either bring out the best in us, or maybe by allowing us to be ourselves, they help us to move away from what we think is the best, and really be ourselves. They support us when we think we've blown it, and if we are really lucky, we get a friend who will tell us when we have blown it.
I told her I had a blog when I wrote her, just because I'm now in the practice of telling people--see this post from oh-so-long ago. So, she wrote back, and told me that she also had a blog, and then she wrote some very nice things about me. So, in the interest of self-promotion, I will link to that blog here. She sees things in me that I know I would not possess without her influence in my life. Since we were inseparable in college and for some years after until life and distance gave us a little break, we really began to emerge as the women we are still becoming. We haven't been great about keeping up with each other. Months, and I think even sometimes years, went by with little more than a Christmas card or quick email.
But after writing her yesterday and reading her honest response and nostalgic blog post, none of that matters. By reading her blog, I was reminded of what I love about her, and that even though there's been a break in communication, our roots are deep. Because of this, I know that we will always be there for each other, in some way or another.
It makes me think of another friendship that I rekindled over the last few years. I know that Danielle would want her name mentioned, so I will. We were friends in those early married years, still figuring out how to be wives and homemakers and teachers and all of that. We also lost touch after a couple of years of living in different states. However, something brought us back in contact, and we picked right back up after so many years, and we're now closer than ever.
I will sum up both friendships by saying this: because we shared years together, and particularly because of the formative nature of those relationships, we are part of each other, and you can't change that. The past is good, but adding that rich layer of history to a present friendship is even better.