What does a friendship that starts when you are three look like when you're grown?
I got some great pictures of Becky and Natalie together today...they were smiling and sitting next to each other, and then playing and running around like crazy, but the photo that captured friendship for me was this one of Becky helping Natalie put on her shoes. It isn't a very good shot(and one I couldn't recreate and still hope to capture the feeling of the moment), but it's still my favorite photo of the day.
If only all our friendships were this simple and this deep!
I am really grateful for my friends. For new ones, and for old ones. For the ones that I talk to every day, for the ones that I talk to only once a year, and for all the ones in between.
Where would I be without my friends?
Isn't it funny how our children can remind us to be grateful for the little things?