October 1, 2011
Friends are a strange thing, aren’t they?
If you go to the Chick-fil-A playplace, you can see kids make new friends in minutes and they play like they’ve been climbing through tunnels together for years.
Then, when it’s time to go, you just put on your shoes and leave and there are no expectations about who should call who for the next playdate and how often you will see each other and how personal you get when you chat.
It’s not quite the same once you graduate from the playplace, is it?
I’m not a perfect friend.
I wish I was (were?), but I’m not.
But hopefully I’m a better friend than I was last year.
And then next year I’ll be a better friend than I am now.
My friends aren’t perfect friends either.
And I’ve been disappointed by a lot of friends this year – for small things and for not-so small things, but such is life I suppose.
Enough about disappointments.
It’s been awhile since I was as content with the friendships in my life as I am now.
And I can’t think of a non-cheesy way to wrap this up and quite frankly it’s already cheesy enough, so let’s just leave it at that.