Do you remember your very First Friend?
Mine was Laura Yoder. We started life as friends. I can't remember not knowing her. We used to crawl under the pews and hide from our parents after church. And made little box houses for our "pets" (little willow bush pods). And ate the egg salad sandwiches her mom always made us. I remember I was terrified of their big dog, which she thought was ridiculous. Her house was built into a hill, so I thought she was my own personal Laura Ingalls Wilder.
Like first loves, first friends hold an important nitche in the story of our lives. Maya is Eva's first friend. Melody and I went through our pregnancies together and then had our girlies in the same hospital 3 weeks apart. The girls spent several days a week together for their first 3 years of life. Their family is visiting us this week, and watching the girls play is reminding me of the value of that first friend. They are bonded like sisters and have stayed up late telling secrets every night!
Thank you Laura. I don't know where you live or what you grew up to be or even if you're happy. But I feel you in my soul and know we are still kindred spirits. You will always be my First Friend!
