“A blessed thing it is for any man or woman to have a friend, one human soul whom we can trust utterly, who knows the best and worst of us, and who loves us in spite of all our faults.”
     — Charles Kingsley

There is a video circulating in social media circles.  I think it’s actually an ad for Google, and it shows the story of an adult granddaughter facilitating a reunion between her grandfather and his childhood best friend.  She searches the ‘net and narrows down the location of the missing man and picks him up at the airport just in time to wish her grandfather a happy birthday.

I have to admit it made me cry; and it also made me think of the friendships that have graced my life.  Before the day is over, I’ll be doing some web-searching myself and hoping to say hello to someone who’s missing in action from my past.  Then I found this snapshot from my own childhood:

Dress-up

It portrays a time of innocence when friends came together to dress in their mothers’ clothing and pretend that they were all grown up.  It portrays a time of simplicity when we needed no excuse to knock on someone’s door and simply say, “do you want to play?”  Our lives were simple and straightforward and sometimes ruthless when it came to friendships.

“Well, you are my friend, but  you can’t be my best friend because Linda is.”

If only we had known back then how many “best” friends we might have in a lifetime, we would have had a dozen of them, all at once.  Some friends in this picture are people I still see.  One is my sister, as friends sometimes are.  Another moved several years after this photo was taken, and I haven’t seen her since.

The one thing that all the best friends in my life so far have in common is that they love me — not for being who they need me to be, but just for being who I am.  That’s what it’s all about; and I hope when they think of me, they say something similar.

So pull out some old photos, put on your fanciest thinking cap, and take some time today to reflect on your friends — the old, the new, and the ones you still have to meet.  Then send a note or an email, or pick up the phone and simply say, “hey…do you want to play?”  No reasons or excuses needed.  That’s how it is with friends.