“A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart,

chaff and grain together,

knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it,

keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.”

George Elliot

 

 

 

Yesterday evening I came to Paris to see my friend Laura who was in Paris from Colorado with her daughter Lily, Ryan her son in law and granddaughter Camille. We met for dinner. 

The last time I saw Laura I was pregnant with Chelsea, Laura met Chelsea for the first time this evening and Chelsea is pregnant with her first child. I met Laura's daughter about eighteen years ago when she was doing a study abroad program in Spain. Lily came and stayed with us over Christmas break for several weeks. Such a delightful evening to meet everyone at once… well nearly everyone.

Laura and I spent time with reminiscing snippets of memories yet most the time fully aware and happy while soaking in each other's company. A well full of understanding the extraordinary circumstances of our meeting one another at the monastery.

As it is in friendship we picked up where we left off. How I wish I did not live so far away.

 

 

We walked around Paris with her two-year-old grandchild Camille who was in a stroller. A doll baby who has a vocabulary of a four-year-old.

Such fun seeing Paris through the eyes of a child.

 

 

 

I love you Laura and will miss you very much xxx