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Golden

You and I don't talk nearly enough.

I'll admit... I don't know *exactly* what you do for work.  I don't know your kids and and I've never met your husband.  I'm watching your days unfold in quick notes and photographs, and I am thrilled to see you building your life .  I couldn't wait to hear all about your wedding, pouring over photos as they trickled in- I was on the edge of my seat miles and miles away when I knew you were due with your children, waiting to hear of their safe arrival.

I applaud you from afar and cheer your successes and watch your children grow.  I grieve your hurts... but I know I'm missing some important pains- some struggles and setbacks and anxieties that I would only know if I was there.  There with you... day in and day out swapping help and Starbucks where I know your order.... down to no whip (but I know you really want whip.  So you get whip).

In reality, we are friends from a bygone chapter- tied together at a time when life was simpler and deep friendship more readily available.

But here's the thing.

I love you now as I loved you then.  I just don't care about the time and distance.  I don't know how you handle the 4 pm witching hour or the excesses of birthdays, or perhaps how you're angling for a promotion or fewer hours at work.  I wish I knew the details of today, but still, we have something golden.  To me you are forever young, tanned and happy and deeply, deeply written on my heart.  I want you to know you're often on my mind, and the bonds of our bygone chapter still feed my soul.



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