A Friend indeed

As I write this my friend is winging her way back home across the Atlantic Ocean. She was here ten years ago but we had seen each other in the US, where she lives, in 2007. This visit has been both sad and joyful for her, with a wedding and a funeral to attend.

She phoned on Saturday and we quickly arranged an impromptu pizza evening for later. She had hardly walked in the door and said hello when we were in the study deciding on the pizza order as if it was last week we had seen each other, and not four years ago.

This last week, we have caught up over countless cups of tea, explored the little shops in Kalk Bay and revisited memories in Kirstenbosch Gardens. Our children connected face to face, not via Face Book and made some memories of their own.

Over the week many memories have come flooding back – memories of carefree university days, spending Christmases together, travelling to the Eastern Cape, being one of the bridesmaids at her wedding, having babies and spending time together in the US and here.

I love how you can have such a deep connection with someone that you effortlessly pick up where you left off. What a blessing to have shared such good times that you can enjoy again. 

Kirstenbosch putting on a display for us