I was going to blog about all the memories made this past weekend. But current events had made me realized something. It’s not important to remember facts like: witnessing a restaurant patron choking and saved right in front of our table, or drunken mishaps that will be joked about before the end of time. What’s most important for me to remember is the sense of friendship and family these people in my life have given me.
We’ve talked in the past before that our friendship is so shallow, so one-note. We don’t talk about the deep dark skeletons we have in our closets – everybody has them. And it made me feel for quite some time that, maybe, our friendship isn’t as “valuable” as other relationships.
But I learned over the weekend. What we give each other is something so special. We give each other an escape. For 48 hours, we were back to being the 5 of us…just laughing (non-stop), making stupid jokes only we think are funny (similar to those high school projects where we are the only ones laughing), “dancing it out” (got problems? dance it out! puck!), and more laughing. (Hurt cheeks and all!)
So in a way, this relationship is my safe haven. Somewhere I can get away from the real, the sometimes mean, the sometimes ugly. Nothing can be as pure as a childhood friendship. That’s what I have with you guys and that’s RARE.
Not to say, if any time you need to talk to me, I won’t listen. Not to say, if I ever needed your support from the ugly reals of life, I wouldn’t come to you for support. But just because I haven’t, it doesn’t devalue the relationship we have.
It’s funny. Sometimes people can’t see when they have a good thing. Not as clearly at least than the people around you. We are so lucky to all be married to people who get it – they get this strange relationship we have. Our spouses are so supportive of this friendship that they gave us not just the blessing but practically a demand to “go big or go home” with this trip. (Too bad we didn’t listen and ended up flying Allegiant and staying at Ti) LOL.
When I posted “20 years” of friendship on Facebook, so many people reacted. (Mostly, YOU’RE OLD, THI!…LOL) A lot of people said, “How special is that. Not many friendships last 20 years.”
So I’ve concluded our friendship isn’t shallow…it isn’t one-note. There’s no way anything this special can be described with words like that. The best word for our friendship to me is simple. Life is so complicated, we need to cherish the simple.
Koo love you (until we are buried together in ceramic hands soap dishes…)
