She was who I ran to.
When the craziness in my house was too much, or the emptiness too loud…her heart was always open. I would run down the hill, she would swing the door wide and gesture dramatically.
The mission is always open, she would say. And we would laugh. And I would stay all day.
Her mom put out bologna and cheese for lunch. We would write the names of our latest crushes on the bread with mustard. We cried and giggled over boys. In the summer we swam in her pool and lazed in the sun and dreamed.
She introduced me to cheesecake and Chinese food.
Later, we would double date. I stood in her wedding and she in mine.
We grew together.
We don’t talk much these days–separated by geography and life. But when we do, it’s like we haven’t missed a beat. Like I’m lounging in her room seeking refuge from the world.
We don’t do birthday presents. Just cards usually. Maybe a phone call. So when a small package arrived last week– just in time for my birthday–I knew it was going to be good.
I saw “your present” one day when I was out shopping, the card said. And I couldn’t believe it.
Funny how you forget a thing until you hold it in your hand.
It was a lip gloss compact in the shape of kiss. The original was red, but this one is pretty close. We loved the shimmery stuff inside. It was hers, but she always shared.
It made me grin from ear to ear.
Thank you, my precious friend. I treasure this memory you have given to me.
Plus, my lips are much shinier now.
Do you have a friend that time will not lose? That special one that fits like a glove, the one you can still talk to about everything and anything that matters…no matter what? I would love to hear your story.