Dressed in our gladrags, on Friday evening Theresa and I shared a night on the town. Dining Italian at Capeesh, just a stone's throw from Thatchwick, we celebrated twenty years of friendship. 1990-2010. Fifty-somethings now; thirty-somethings when we met. Theresa was branching out from former journalist and full-time mum to publisher; I had just finished my doctorate with the idea of a little self-help book for women reentering the workplace a-bubble in my mind. It was a happy match. Theresa is my inspiration friend! Just a few minutes with her and I am bursting with new ideas, insights and projects. Side by side we have travelled a few valleys too. Bereavement, serious illness, a beloved son's health in jeopardy. On Friday evening we drank a toast to life, friendship, God's abundant grace and future plans.
Friend like this are forever precious Eleanor. You both look beautiful in you "gladrags".
ReplyDeleteThere is an old song:
ReplyDeleteMake new friends but keep the old;
One is silver and the other gold.
Some friends are forever -and we are very lucky when we have 'em!
ReplyDeleteLove you comment, "dressed in our gladrags." I heard that expression growing up in Alabama.
ReplyDeleteKathryn