This has me thinking of all the time we spent together as children and teenagers. I can't remember the first time we met. It was probably in a Sunday School class. Maybe she had the yellow crayon and let me borrow it? Or we might have been the two girls in the back giggling when we should have been paying attention? It seems strange that I can not remember.
But I do remember other moments. Birthday parties. Long walks (fueled by IBC Root Beer). Sleepovers. Sunday School classes with less crayons and more paying attention. Disciple Now weekends. Tears. Theme Parks. Laughter. Trips to the beach. Choir Tours. Sharing. Long bus rides. Emails after she moved away. Even longer phone calls. Pictures. Meeting at the airport. No emails when we lost touch for too many years. Lots of emails (and a few phone calls) when we found each other again. One long weekend when she let me invade her house on her anniversary to hold a blogathon.
These things by themselves might be small, but together, they weave a beautiful fabric of friendship.
Stream of Consciousness Sunday prompt:
Moments In Time