When I was a girl I loved the book Anne of Green Gables. And in it there’s a conversation that Anne has with her guardian, Marilla, that goes like this:
“Marilla,” she demanded presently, “do you think that I shall ever have a bosom friend in Avonlea?’
“A–what kind of friend?”
“A bosom friend–an intimate friend, you know–a really kindred spirit to whom I can confide my inmost soul. I’ve dreamed of meeting her all my life. I never really supposed I would, but so many of my loveliest dreams have come true all at once that perhaps this one will too. Do you think it’s possible?’
“Diana Barry lives at Orchard Slope and she’s about your age.”
I’ve been so blessed to have several “bosom friends” in my life… although I think I would much rather call them something else. I think the term “bosom” went out with Anne’s puffed sleeves. Kindred spirits? Anyway, the point is that in every location I have lived, in this country and overseas, you find people that just… get you.
On Saturday, we were able to meet up with some of those great friends, Jess and Josiah for a lovely picnic at Shelby Farms. I was able to bust out this beauty of a quilt, which I haven’t been brave enough to use as a bed spread, but which makes a wicked cool picnic blanket. 🙂
also noteworthy: the fact that I’ve owned and worn those shoes for 9 years. I think I probably bought them back when I secretly thought Avril Lavigne was cool.
Its been so fun to watch so many of our friendships with people grow and evolve as we get older. And those friendships that have weathered time are so precious.
this is right after Jess and I discovered photobooth… obviously. I think I was 20.
I have watched friends get married, have children etc… and along with these blessings can often come heartache and testing. Sometimes our best comes from a refining fire. Sometimes, you have to choose joy. But through it all God is faithful and forever bringing the gold out of people.
Its been wonderful to share in these changes. To delight in new jobs, first homes and, of course, our precious littles.
We went on this awesome walk where we discovered this beauty of a field where I WILL go back to take pictures when Judah is feeling more cooperative.
It was perfect weather out… and Dad’s pushed strollers and mom’s tried to keep up with Dad’s long strides and joked about being able to eat more junk food after our power walk.
how gorgeous is he??
Since we have been married we have lived at least 15 hours away from our family in Michigan. I miss them so much, but God has brought about so many beautiful friendships that really do become your family away from home. I’m so grateful for these days where “home” seems just a picnic away.
Oh, and this picture has absolutely nothing to do with my post but I stumbled upon it when I was looking through old pics and, come on! How funny is that?!