Where Flowers Bloom

I have to admit that I'm not always a great friend. There are people I love who I never talk to. People I lived with. . .people I've cried with. . .people I've laughed with. . .people I miss so much that it hurts. In fact, tonight I was looking out my window and saw two girls sitting at our picnic table laughing and I longed for the days of the Compartment and GV dinners. It made me miss Melissa's hair color escapades and stalking JJ with White Julie. It made me miss Mere and Kimmy and their antics with Bri. You know, there's something wonderful about having friends close by. The people you call when you need help lugging your old twin bed to D.I. The people who know the secret knock. You remember the friends who see you without makeup and encourage you and all your silliness. I'm convinced that those are the people I want on my heavenly dodge ball team. . .those are the people I hope know that--despite my friendship delinquency, I love them.