The Magic of Friendship

The Tiny dancer is staying with us for a few days as Chelsea went to Paris with Gabriel. They have some business to do, which includes visiting friends.

There’s a magic to childhood friendships, isn’t there? Meeting someone in childhood, before we know who we are or who we’ll become, brings a connection that’s hard to describe. There’s no judgment, no expectations—just days spent sharing the swings, silly laughter about nonsense, and dreams spun from nothing more than the clouds above. And while life takes us in different directions, that friend remains, connected as as naturally as breathing. You may live miles apart or go months without talking, yet when you reconnect, it’s as though no time has passed. In a way, they are the keepers of our younger selves, the witnesses to our becoming, and the reminder of who we’ve always been.

They also visited the grocer clerk by their old apartment who knew Gabriel before he was born and gave him sweet attention and conversation. They had plenty of catching up to do. Gabriel left with a massive gift of chocolate.

Do you have a childhood friend?



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One response to “The Magic of Friendship”

  1. Barbara Blizzard

    My best friend whom I met when we were 9 remained just that over the years even despite the long distance between our homes. My daughter became hers when she attended university and my grandchildren spent happy times with her. She passed this last April and I think of her often.

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