I had to run to a neighboring small town for a work errand. And I remembered...”My friends live here!”
I tried to google their address, because I didn’t have it in my phone. No address.
I called 411. No luck. (This town is so small everyone gets their mail at the post office.)
And then, my brain kicked in. I’ll find out how to search the local property tax info online!
I did. And I found their address.
AND I drove to the house. Parked my truck. Walked up the walk. The front storm door was open. My hopes rose!
I rang the doorbell.
My friend came to the door, flung it open, and enveloped me in her arms. We had not seen each other in a little over 7 years. We visited, and I stayed for a little while, and then we ran Gatorades out to her husband, who is a rancher.
It was so much fun.
A good friendship is like that - lives are so different now, but it was like I’d just seen them both yesterday.
I love a day like that one - when connections are rekindled and you realize good friends are forever..
I love them. And in a little way, I’m renewed. Refreshed. Smiling, inside and out.
I hope they are, as well.