Friday, September 3, 2010

Kindred Spirits

I talked to an old friend last night. We hadn’t talked for quite a while and it was nice to hear her voice.  Ours is the kind of friendship that – no matter how long we’re apart – it never seems awkward when we speak or see each other again. We literally finish each other’s sentences.

Carol and I met when we were seven years old. We lived on the same street in a small town. My house was the last one on a street that ended at the river. Hers was a few houses away. We had some enjoyable times just sitting on the riverbank dangling our feet in the cool water and talking.

We give the term, “we grew up together” a whole new meaning. We practically lived together until we reached dating age and the company of our current boyfriend took precedence over our being together. But we still spent hours talking on the phone about our dates, clothes, hairdos and all the other things teen-aged girls talk about.

We got married a year apart and had our children in the same time period... and although her husband’s job required them to move, taking her far away many years ago, we’ve never lost touch. Sometimes we get busy with our families and don’t talk for a good while, but each of us knows when it’s time. Just when I’m thinking about calling her, the phone rings and there she is! Sometimes it happens in reverse. We are true kindred spirits!


Anonymous said...

This is beautiful. I have a friend like that, too. You expressed it so well.

Anonymous said...

Just going through some of your old posts. This one is delightful. I have a close friend, too. This is really nice. I like it very much.