As I sit in a room with friends surrounded by sympathy cards for one of our sons... I realize this is surreal...Its out of order...
I remember the beginnings of our friendship circle so much laugher so much silliness...
dances, big gulps, slurpees, dragging main, boys and state trips...
skinny dipping, water balloons, the Blue Lagoon...
mopeds and red mountains...
"that guy that traded his pants for a burger"...
convertible orange bug, don't let Kristin drink outta your mug...
marquee signs and tan lines...
Dreams and plans we had so many...
Bright futures ahead, visions of college, careers, marriages, babies, vacations and sunshine...
And while we shared the sun, we were blindsided by the rain....
While we celebrated our joys, we held each other up through the pain...
While we stood up with flowers at each wedding, we met some on our knees through the scars of divorce...
We've lost parents and spouses clenching our hearts in despair...
Seen careers come and go, building homes and our lives, surgeries, pregnancies, and goodbyes...
As I look around this sacred circle of friends at these faces, the years have changed us, but we have ridden the ride and are grateful for our journeys-though they are each one different, they are so much the same.
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