FrIeNdShIp and MeMoRiEs

Have you ever wondered what has happened to the friends you used to play with when you were little? The ones you giggled with. Told stories to. Shared dreams with. And when they moved away, cried with.........
There were just a few girls I played with when I was little. The special few. Not because I was pickie or stuck up, but because I chose to have girl friends that would be good friends. Not people that would give me anything, but give me of themselves. Their heart, their soul. As I would give mine.
Over the years, friends do come and go. But. There are those few that creep into my memory from my heart, and I wonder, where is she? What has she become? Is she happy? Most importantly, would we still be friends?
The answer to that, is, yes.
I got a call from a very special girl friend, from second grade. Yes, second grade. She said she has thought of me over the years. What a gift. To know I have touched someone's heart the way she touched mine, all those years ago. With her pig tails and dimples. I have missed her. Now, our friendship starts fresh, as we remember the little girls we were. And the women we've become.
All these years later, I am a grown woman and I still only have a few girlfriends. Some old, some new. The one's that have touched my heart. As I hope I will touch theirs.
I am thankful for the people I have known and hold in my heart. I take them out once in a while. I cry, I smile, and hope, that if they think of me, they cry, and smile.
Thank you for memories. For friendship. For your heart.