To All The Friends I’ve Loved Before

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There is a special kind of love that we save just for our friends.  Not the kind of love that we share with our partner, but a kind of sweet, head over heels “giddy to have you in my life” sort of love.  A love that is warm and reassuring, like a favourite scarf that is as comforting as it is beautiful.  A love that is as familiar and gentle as the sun’s sweet sigh as it dips below the horizon.  A love that is a perfectly balanced blend of laughter and tears, sarcasm and thoughtfulness.  It is the kind of love that we share only with our dearest friends, the ones with whom we share our deepest fears and greatest regrets.  The ones we turn to, breathless with excitement, to share our biggest accomplishments, and most astonishing secrets.  It is the kind of love that is born out of trust and compassion, and it binds us so completely that we can lean into it, some days weak with need, without fear of causing it to break.  Finding a friend to build that kind of love with is as simple as it is rare, and as compelling as it is raw.

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The Moments That Seem Like Nothing, But Mean Everything

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I am up early every day during the week just so I have time to sip my coffee quietly on the couch and watch as the sun rinses the last bits of night from the morning sky.  It is one of my favourite times of the day.  This also happens to be my younger sons’ favourite time of the day, but for a different reason.  About ten minutes into my coffee I will inevitably hear the soft shuffle of feet across the floorboards above, followed by the muffled tumble of footsteps on the stairs.  Seconds later my beautiful, sweet boy will appear in the living room, sleep still clinging to his eyes.  With ruffled hair and a drowsy smile he will climb awkwardly onto the couch in order to fold his warm, sleepy body into mine.  I will rest my head on top of his, and time will stop while we sit, often in silence, and drink in the sweetness of the moment.  This is my daily reminder to breathe, to be present and to love the quiet in-between moments that may seem like nothing, but mean absolutely everything.

 

 

When We Need To Talk, But Don’t

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Why do we hesitate and hold back instead of taking a chance to talk and open up?  We reach out then stop; an avalanche of words held back by a breath of doubt, a reluctant pause of uncertainty.  For with the tumble of words comes the unstoppable rush of emotions, the release of which leaves us vulnerable and weak.  We long to share the burdens we carry, to have their weight slowly eased from our back and replaced by a gentle, calming hand.

Perhaps we are practiced in the art of selflessness, and so we chose to take on the burdens of others before acknowledging our own.  Or maybe we have taken that first cautious step toward trusting another, but stumbled when their back was turned.  We search for trust, but are sometimes blinded by deceit.  Whatever the reason, it is a daunting endeavor for those of us who struggle often with this.

If you are holding on to your own set of troubles, unable to find the right time or person to share them with, please know that you are not alone.  Many of us feel this way.  And if you are someone who sees the flicker of hesitation in the eyes of the person next to you, consider asking them to share with you.  We all worry that we will inconvenience one another with our problems, but if we each take turns holding out our hands, we can share the weight together so that no one feels that they should struggle alone.