Tuesday mornings are special. For the last ten years (where does time go?), I have been meeting Kathy and Joyce for breakfast before school. That means we are at our table at Bob Evans at 7:15 AM. The cook knows us so well that he starts our breakfast when we walk in the door. It throws him for a loop when one of us changes our order (usually me).
We've shared laughter and tears over life's ups and downs: marriage, the birth of children, illness of parents, watching our children grow up and break ties from home, marriage of a child and then 2 years later, the birth of a grandchild ~ all those things that make up the rich tapestry of our lives.
It's the type of friendship that means we are there for each other no matter what. And for that, I am eternally grateful. Lately, I've especially needed them as I maneuver through some difficult trials. I'm not used to needing; usually I'm the giver. They've taught me that it's ok to let my guard down and accept their gift of love and support.
So, now I'm off to breakfast. Spending the morning with these wonderful ladies makes me smile and gives me the boost I need. Friends, are indeed, so very important to our lives.