A good friend is like a tonic.
The other night my friend came over for a catch up, sleep over and dinner. She enjoys my kids which goes a long way in any mother’s affections.
We talked about what’s bin happnen. And in the course of dinner, bathing the kids, reading stories and kissing them to sleep we had a few wines and started to talk. We talked about loves gained and lost. We analyzed, argued, discussed and discoursed. The next day I woke with a smile on my face that stayed for the whole day. I felt invigorated by the company of someone, aside from my family, who knows, understands and loves me. She is someone whose opinion I respect and who I know will be honest with me. We have travelled together, sharing all of the times, good and bad. There is nothing between us that is about what we do or what we have or who we are hanging around with. Its only about that shared life experience, the gift of knowing someone well, of respecting them and they you. I can look in to her face and trust that I will be met and not judged. We talked for so long and with such abandon that even Andrew the night owl crawled off to bed, talking about needing to go to work the next day.
The next day at the market Ishika who makes bags said ‘I like your shoes’, and then laughed saying, ‘you know in Turkey we have a saying that a friend is looking at your face, while an enemy is looking at your shoes’.