Old Friends

This week, I got to catch up with two of my oldest friends.

 

 

They immediately laugh when we talk about broken noses, because they remember mine.  They know why it is ironic that I am really good with directions now (the teacher literally posted the directions on the wall when I was in 5th grade because I could NOT get it).  They can get through half a sentence, nod, and not finish,  yet I know exactly what they are thinking.  We reminisce about the time she chased her twin brother with a butcher knife and the time that I caught his ex girlfriend going through his drawers and kicked her out.  Truth be told, these two probably know me better than I know myself.

I suppose that 20 years of friendship does that to people. 

So find your people---the ones who make you think and make you laugh and protect you and remember the little details---and then hang on like crazy.