Thoughts about Friends (with a plea at the end)
January 24, 2006
Yesterday my sons had some friends come over to play. Luke and his little brother Jonah are from Australia
To sum up: cute.
But what’s even more adorable is the sound of my sons, rampaging with their little foreign correspondent buddies, taking on their accents.
“Jo-u-nahhh,” Max called to the younger boy, “whe-ah ah yoo?”
I had to eat them all, they were so cute.
It made me think, though, about the nature of friendship. I have a book here somewhere with a forward in it written by Stephen King. Would you believe it’s in the ONE BOX I’ve packed, and would you FURTHER believe it’s the SECOND book I’ve wanted out of that one little box?
Anyhow, to paraphrase, Mr. King said when he reads certain writers, he takes on a touch of their style, the way milk sitting in the fridge will absorb the odors near it.
And so we are with the people we admire. My sons, after an afternoon with friends from Australia
This is why I’m all grins when some of their friends are over, and have a sternly set jaw when others are here.
It’s also why I’m so grateful for my own friends.
This weekend three of my dearest friends threw me the best bridal shower ever. They invited my nearest and dearest, and knowing my unnatural love for books, they devised a theme around BOOKS. Everyone brought a book to represent themselves (e.g. Darwin
And speaking of women who inspire, I’d like to ask you all to take a look at what Mir’s doing. I’m so proud of her I can barely express it. Go, read, and support. Mir is one of my people who help me be more, and this is a fine thing she’s doing.
What a wonderful idea - and what wonderful friends to put it together for you Kira! You deserve it!
Posted by: shannon | January 25, 2006 at 02:34 PM