You know what great friends are?
It is walking out of a restaurant with them on a Friday night, and discovering they are all parked that way ⬅️ , while you are parked a 6 minute walk that way. ➡️
And they all without hesitation or having to look at one another say “we’ll walk you.”
Friendship is like a flower.
A bit like the flower in my dessert tonight. Exotic, pretty and delicate, precious and sweet.
People think it is easy to make friends. Sure the ‘making’ is easy. Making good ones that last, is the hard bit.
That’s why great friends are so special.
They are exotic, in their ability to transport you to another place and time with their words.
They are pretty, in that their insides match their outsides, as the more you bond, the more you open up to one another… and the more beautiful they become in their honesty.
Delicate, because friendship is such, a powerful thing to behold but also a tender thing to break.
Precious because it is a treasure to find good friends! When you find them, don’t let them go.
And lastly, friendship is so, so sweet. But unlike the sickly sweetness of my banoffee desert where I just had to stop it was too much, friendship is exactly the opposite.
It is so sweet, that it is never enough.
I’ve realised that lately. I’ve been thinking a lot about my tribe. Those people in your life that fill you up with their presence. You leave their company, filled to the brim, your well of water full of their goodness, happiness, love and support.
It makes you feel alive. It makes you feel inspired, revitalised, like you can take on the world.
And yet you can never have enough.
I had a good think about my tribe the other day. And I realised with no surprise, that my oldest school friends were firmly on the list.
And they are sweeter than any dessert pie. 🥧