“The sharing of secrets is how little girls bond.”
It’s really early on a Monday morning and I would be sitting on my back porch writing this column, but it’s so hot my chickens are laying hard-boiled eggs. So, I am sitting at my dining room table in the sanctuary of my cool, cool house.
Do you have a best friend? A friend to end all friends?
I have had four in my entire life that I would trust with my most embarrassing stories. One with which I started first grade. One helped me make it through my loneliness of my first move away from home, one I met later in life but is such a treasure, and then I gave birth to my very best friend, my daughter, Pam. Oh, I have a multitude of people I call my friends and they, are but not the ones my heart is tethered to.
My oldest and dearest friend and I began first grade here in my hometown. She and I just bonded on our first day. We stayed close through all our school years and into adulthood. She was a bridesmaid in my wedding and I in hers. One of us always stayed weekends with the another. We got into some situations that were hard to talk our way out of several times and to tell you the truth, it was always my fault. We lived apart for nearly 15 years and when we reunited, it was as if no time had passed. She had named two of her children Michael and Mark, just as I had. She’s in the nursing home now with a terrible malady that is taking her from me forever.
My next one was found in Arkansas as we moved with our grocery store to a small town on the Mississippi River. She was a Godsend, as I was lonely moving away from my home and family and she took up so much of that and returned it with friendship.
My next best friend and I met in an art class about 20 years ago. She was one after my heart, and we bonded. We traveled together all the way to New York City and tell each other our “old” secrets.
Then my BFF was born when I was 35 and she is the best, best friend I could ever have found. My girl Pam looks like me so much, acts like me, talks like me, etc., and I am not positive that’s all really good, but I thank God for her every day.
I am thankful for all my friends, best and good ones. I read once that you can never be poor as long as you have a wealth of friends. I am rich!
I’ve been on somewhat of a “diet” for the past year because of diabetes. Here’s one of my go-to good recipes: Chocolate Cookies
1½ cup of peanut butter
2/3 cup of oats
½ cup of chopped dark chocolate
3 T. chopped nuts
1 T. coconut oil
Mix well and pour by the teaspoonful on a lined cookie sheet and refrigerate for one hour.
