Soul SistersI have a friend named Renee who lives in Ft. Lauderdale who’s (I’m guessing here) about 20 years older than I am. She’s as lively and fun as some of the women I know who are 20 years my junior.
I spoke to her tonight about an upcoming visit to the Orlando area. She wants to go to EPCOT (one of the Disney theme parks) and I agreed it would be a great idea. The weather has been beautiful here and I can’t imagine a better way to spend the day—laughing and talking and visiting the different national pavilions. Breakfast in France, lunch in China, dinner in Spain or Canada, or Sweden-—talk about your globe trotting! And the shopping!!! Will I be able to leave the credit cards at home???
Before we hung up she mentioned that though we’d known each other for a number of years (almost ten, by my count) the number of hours we’ve spent together is relatively small. Yet, somehow we’ve forged a bond that time and separation can’t break.
I told her we’re soul sisters—-and I believe it with all my heart. She’s someone with whom I have so much in common that I can’t believe we didn’t pop out of the womb side-by-side.
I have two other very dear friends. One lives in northern Ohio and the other outside Nashville. Though I rarely get to see them face to face, we talk on the phone whenever we can. Even when things get crazy busy and we go a month or so without a call, we can fall back into the rhythm of the relationship within seconds. We have that sort of psychic connection that has the phone ringing when we’re at our lowest ebb and yearning for a friendly voice. My friend Norma even sends perfect Christmas gifts—-I invariably open her packages and think, “Exactly what I needed. How DID she know?”
I’m godmother to my friend Elizabeth’s oldest son, and proud to say that he and his wife are making me a great god-mother this summer—-and even more proud to say that I was one of the first people Elizabeth called when she learned the happy news.
I’m blessed because of my friends-—the sisters of my soul, of my heart. I guess it goes without saying that my Noodler sisters hold a special place there, too.
I’ll bet you’re thinking about your soul sister right now. I’d love it if you’d tell me about her. Then, when you’ve got a minute to chat, maybe you can give her a call.