We have been friends since we were teens, and have seen each other through thick (our current sizes....) and thin (we were once....really!) Missy is the one person that I can always turn to for shared laughs or tears, advice, or simply a listening ear and a quiet nod. If all works as I would plan, someday we will be little old ladies remembering when as our shared grandchildren scamper about the front lawn of one of our houses, and our husbands snooze in an easy chair.
Our friendship gets better with age as we support each other through the ups and downs of daily life as wives and mothers. Our friendship is like an old comfortable blanket, a crackling fire, and a good cup of creamy coffee!
This weekend we went to the Heritage Festival in my hometown of Ypsilanti. The Heritage Festival has vendors of all sorts of handcrafted goods, fair food, and by the river there are Civil War encampments with period foods and crafts. Missy makes the most delightful clothing for children, and I am trying to encourage her to set up a booth at the fair for next year. I think it worked! :)
We had to bring my children while we went to the festival so we didn't get to stroll as leisurely as we may have liked, but my husband did watch the kids for several hours earlier in the day while we scoured fabric stores and second hand shops without any interruption!
So today, the weather matches my mood as rain falls from the sky. Missy just left with her husband and children, and the old familiar ache returns. We are so alike, yet so different, the country mouse (she) and the city mouse (me). The home school er, and the public school teacher, the sewer, and the "hey can you sew this for me?", but alas, I digress... Missy lives several hours away, and I know it will likely be months before I see her again, so I take these few moments to reminisce on a weekend that was ordinary, but better and am grateful for the gift of true friendship.