Amongst my many friends, I have one in particular, a dear one, who I've known for 30 years. Kathleen and I were roommates 'back in the day' when we were both single, unencumbered & had our whole lives ahead of us.
What sets Kathleen apart from my other friends is that she still sees the girl in me. She remembers who I was before I became layered with the responsibilities that come with being a wife and mother, a daughter, sister, friend, business owner, etc. Kathleen celebrates the me that even I forget existed; the me that often gets lost in responsibilities.
When we finally arrange to spend a day together we laugh, reminisce, cry, apply balm to each others hurts, and attempt to make the world right. By the end of our day together my jaw hurts and my head pounds but I'm on a high because, once again, she has helped me to celebrate who I am.
And it's all good....
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