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The story about the two friends on the train to San Francisco

This weekend, as I listened to some of the amazing women of (in)courage share their hearts, their stories, their struggles, and their successes at inRL, I was reminded of the importance of friendship.

And the importance of staying connected to one another, and to community.

So, today, I wanted to post one of my favorite friendship stories. I’ll never forget these two girls on the train to San Francisco…

The story about the two friends on the train to San Francisco

Shortly after we boarded the train to San Francisco last week, we went to the Café car to get some coffee and breakfast.

We were standing in line when the girl in front of us tapped the girl in front of her on the back. When the girl turned around, her face lit up.

“Oh my GOSH!” she shouted. She held out her arms.

They laughed and hugged.

“Oh my gosh! I can’t believe this! Where are you headed?”

“The financial district!” They grabbed each other’s hands.

“Me too!” They hugged again.

And again.

(As my daughter said afterwards, “They sure made a scene, Mommy.”)

A beautiful scene.

The man at the register waited patiently for them to finishing hugging so they could order. (Though I don’t think he minded the wait. He was smiling just as much as everyone else was.)

Finally, the girls turned to him.

“This is my BEST friend,” one of them said. She put her arm around the other girl’s shoulder.

I smiled and fought the lump in my throat.

As they finished ordering, I heard one of them say, “This is perfect. We can sit together!”

I had to ask…

“So you guys didn’t know you were both going to be on the train?”

“We had no idea!” They laughed.

“How long has it been since you’ve seen each other?”

And this is what really got me…

“About six weeks.”

Six weeks?

By the way they acted, I would’ve guessed it had been way longer.

“How neat,” I said, hoping they didn’t notice my watery eyes.

Just then, their food was ready.

They got their things, waved to the rest of us in line, and headed out of the Cafe car smiling and laughing.

I stood there, looking at the man ready to take my order, blinking back tears.

Because that might’ve been one of the sweetest encounters of friendship I’ve ever seen.

And it made me think of my own friends.

It made me remember when my friend Jen moved to New Jersey, and how hard we cried when we said goodbye. And how much I miss her.

It made me remember how my heart ached when my friend Lisa was diagnosed with breast cancer. And how much her strength and recovery inspired me.

It made me think about my friend Amy and how she and I still laugh about things we did in fourth grade. And all the memories we’ve shared since then.

It made me appreciate all they ways my friends have touched my life…bringing meals over when my kids were born, calling when I was going through something difficult, celebrating birthdays and successes.

And if I had to guess, I’d say those girls I saw on the train probably have a pretty special friendship.

They probably don’t compete with each other.

They’re probably truly happy for one another when something good happens.

They’ve probably seen each other at their worst, and instead of judging or criticizing, have helped each other to pull out of it. And supported each other through it.

Because that’s what friendship is really about.

And seeing them that day made me even more grateful for the friends in my own life.

The friends I’d love to run into.

Anytime. :)

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The three men at the coffee shop…

They sit there–the three of them–at the table by the window in the coffee shop I often write at.

It seems like they’re always there lately, whether it’s at the beginning of the month or the end,

whether it’s a Monday or a Friday.

The same three men, the same table, the same mugs they bring from home.

They’re older…

with gray hair,

weathered skin,

and deep laugh lines.

I admit; I’ve listened to their conversations.

It’s hard not to.

They talk with that sense of familiarity that makes you curious to know what they’re saying,

and how they came to be such good friends.

(You can tell that they are.)

They talk about family,

and news,

and retirement,

and politics.

Sometimes they disagree and their voices get loud,

and their gestures get animated,

but they never get angry.

Most of the time though,

they simply share stories,

and ask each other questions,

and smile.

Every so often, one of them will talk quietly–too quietly for other people in the coffee shop to hear–and by the way the other two men lean in with a look of concern on their faces, you know they’re discussing something serious,

maybe even sad.

But you also know,

just by watching them,

that whatever the burden may be,

it is lighter when they leave,

because they’ve spent time together.

And that’s what being with true friends does.

Doesn’t it?

May you be surrounded by a multitude of true friends today!

Other friendship stories:
The story about the best friends on the train
The story about the friends in the coffee shop

 

A friendship story…

This month, I’ve been so lucky to be able to spend time with my wonderful friends. A couple weeks ago, Jen came out to visit from New Jersey (it was so good to see her!) and we got together with a bunch of our other good friends from college while she was here.

Me and Jen

Shannon, Jen, me, Jen, Kelly, Ayiiia

And then later this week I get to spend a couple days with Amy, Lisa, Christine, Shannon and Amie  for our annual girls’ get-together. I’m really looking forward to it! So in honor of these amazing ladies, and in honor of friends and how much they enrich our lives, I’m putting up a friendship post from the archives.

May you be surrounded by good friends today!

The story about the three friends in the coffee shop…

They sit there–the three of them–at the table by the window in the coffee shop I often write at.

It seems like they’re always there, whether it’s at the beginning of the month or the end,

whether it’s a Monday

or a Friday.

The same three men, the same table, the same ceramic mugs.

They’re older…

with gray hair,

weathered skin,

and deep laugh lines.

I admit; I’ve listened to their conversations.

It’s hard not to.

They talk with a sense of familiarity that makes you want to know what they’re saying,

and how they came to be such good friends.

(You can tell that they are.)

They talk about family.

And news.

And retirement.

And politics.

Sometimes they disagree and their voices get loud,

but they never get angry.

Most of the time,

they simply share stories,

and ask each other questions,

and smile.

Every so often, one of them will talk quietly–too quietly for other people in the coffee shop to hear–and by the way the other two men lean in with a look of concern on their faces, you know they’re discussing something serious,

even sad.

But you also know,

just by watching them,

that whatever the burden may be,

it is lighter when they leave,

because they’ve spent time together.

And that’s what being with true friends does.

Doesn’t it?

May you be surrounded by a multitude of true friends!

Other friendship stories:
The story about the best friends on the train
The story about the friends in the coffee shop

 

The story about the best friends on the train…

Shortly after we boarded the train to San Francisco last week, we went to the Café car to get some coffee and breakfast.

We were standing in line when the girl in front of me tapped the girl in front of her on the back. She turned around, and her face lit up.

“Oh my GOSH!” she shouted. She held out her arms.

They laughed and hugged.

“Oh my gosh! I can’t believe this! Where are you headed?”

“The financial district.” They grabbed each other’s hands.

“Me too!” They hugged again.

And again.

As my daughter said afterwards, “They sure made a scene, Mommy.”

A beautiful scene.

The man at the register waited patiently for them to order. (Though I have to say, I don’t think he minded the wait. He was smiling just as much as everyone else in there was.)

Finally, the girls turned to him.

“This is my BEST friend,” one of them said. She put her arm around the other’s shoulder.

I smiled and fought the lump in my throat.

As they finished ordering, I heard them say to each other, “This is perfect. We can sit together.”

I had to ask…

“So you guys didn’t know you were both going to be on the train?”

“We had no idea!” They laughed.

“How long has it been since you’ve seen each other?”

And this is what really got me…

“About six weeks.”

Six weeks?

By the way they acted, I would’ve guessed it had been much longer.

“How neat,” I said, hoping they didn’t notice my watery eyes.

Just then, their food was ready. They got their things, waved to the rest of us in line, and headed out of the Cafe car smiling and laughing.

I stood there, looking at the man ready to take my order, blinking back tears.

Because that might’ve been one of the sweetest encounters of friendship I’ve ever seen.

And it made me think of my own friends.

It made me remember when my friend Jen moved to New Jersey, and how hard we cried when we said goodbye. And how much I miss her.

It made me remember how my heart ached when my friend Lisa was diagnosed with breast cancer. And how much her strength and recovery inspired me.

It made me think about my friend Amy and how she and I still laugh about things we did in fourth grade. And all the memories we’ve shared since then.

It made me appreciate all they ways my friends have touched my life…bringing meals over when my kids were born, calling when I was going through something difficult, celebrating birthdays and successes.

And if I had to guess, I’d say those girls I saw on the train probably have a pretty special friendship.

They probably don’t compete with each other.

They’re probably truly happy for one another when something good happens.

They’ve probably seen each other at their worst, and instead of judging or criticizing, have helped each other to pull out of it. And supported each other through it.

Because that’s what friendship is about.

And seeing them that day made me even more grateful for the friends in my own life.

The friends I’d love to run into. Any time.

*post originally published 2008

What about you? What friends are you thankful for today? Take a minute to text them or call them and let them know!

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The best birthday celebration (in Napa, CA) ever!

A few weeks ago, I went to Napa with my friends to celebrate our birthdays. We’ve all known each other since grammar school or high school and we have a tradition of getting together for a girls weekend once a year.

This get-together was special because we all turned 40 this year!

It was SUCH a great time.

We stayed at Indian Springs in Calistoga in a beautiful cottage.

The resort was gorgeous, complete with the biggest pool I’ve ever seen, filled with water from the hot springs. (The water felt amazing.)
Our friend Amie kicked the weekend off by giving us all matching tank tops, with our senior portraits ironed on the front. It was too cute! Here’s mine:
And even though we all brought cute outfits to wear on Saturday, we decided to put our matching tank tops on instead. :)
After a hike in the morning, we hopped on bikes and headed out to stop by wineries and see the countryside.
Christine, Amie, Shannon, me, Lisa, Amy
It was such a fun day. The weather was beautiful and the Napa countryside was absolutely gorgeous.
We had a great time on our bikes… we looked like a scene straight out of The Sound of Music (me especially with my straw hat.) We even had someone sing as they passed us in their truck, “The hiiills are aliiiive with the sound of muuuuuusic…” It was really funny.
After we got back from riding bikes, we went out to a nice dinner at a place called Farmstead.
Lisa, Christine, me, Amy, Shannon, Amie
The food was amazing, especially the pie they brought us for dessert:
If anyone dreads turning 40, don’t! This is such a fun time, and you get a great excuse to celebrate in a huge way!
Amy, Lisa, Christine, Amie, and Shannon - Thanks for such an amazing time and special memories! Love you!

For more “Wordful” / Wordless Wednesday photos, stop by Angie’s SevenClownCircus, Parenting by Dummies, 5MinutesforMom, and A Beautiful Mess.

Are You Just Too Busy?

That’s the question my friend Joanne asks in her book Just Too Busy – Taking Your Family on a Radical Sabbatical.

Her book is the story of her own family’s struggle with busyness and what they did about it (took a year off from all extracurricular activities and learned to be a family again). In its pages, Joanne not only shares the true story of their radical sabbatical, she also shares ten tell-tale signs that tell us we’re too busy.

This book is for anyone who has too much on his or her plate… and isn’t that all of us at one point or another?

I think every family struggles with a too-busy schedule from time to time. And while taking a twelve-month sabbatical might not be for everyone, Joanne shares suggestions in her book that can help any family find more time together: guarding against distractions, redeeming time, making memories.

I loved this book. Not only because I think the Joanne is a wonderful writer and woman (she is!), but also because of the valuable tips, insightful stories, and concrete solutions she shares. Her humor will touch you and make you laugh. I read most of this book on the plane last week and laughed out loud several times, especially at the peas in the milk story (you’ll just have to read it to find out more!).

If you and your family are facing your own head-on collision with busyness, go get this book! And stop by Joanne’s website to watch the book trailer too. You can also download a FREE Just Too Busy Leader’s Guide there; simply click on the ‘Freebies’ tab. 

I can’t wait to apply some of Joanne’s great tips and suggestions with my own kids. Thank you, Joanne!

What about you? Are you Just Too Busy? How have you found ways to slow down in your own life or as a family? Please take a minute to share!

A weekend to remember

It really was.

When my friend Jen surprised me and told me she was flying out from NJ from my birthday a couple weeks ago, I knew we’d have a great time, but I truly didn’t expect all that she did! It was definitely a weekend to remember…

We started out with lunch at Pottery World (the place I told you about a while ago with that great salad sampler):

Me, Jen

(Look at the flowers and fountains in their outside area!)…

Everything was gorgeous! Jen and I ate at the little Cafe inside (the best food) and talked and talked. It was so nice to be able to catch up; I’ve missed her!

Later that night, we met our friend Kelly for dinner:

Jen, Kelly, Me

and did more talking and more catching up. It was great!

The next day (my actual birthday) was amazing. Jen had already made plans ahead of time with some of our friends from college and set up an entire day at a spa.

 

Jen, Kelli, me, Shannon, and Jen (three Jens, if you can believe it!)

After that (it was Heavenly!), we went out to a nice dinner:

All of us again, on our way to dinner.

and reminisced about all of our fun college memories.

It was great to be able to spend time relaxing, remembering, and laughing. I feel so lucky to have such great friends. (I love you girls! And I miss you already, Jen! Thanks for everything!)

What about you? Have you had any fun birthday celebrations lately? What about time connecting with old friends?

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Little bits and pieces of happiness…

“I have to tell you the best thing,” my daughter said the other night, smiling. She’d just gotten home from youth group and finished brushing her teeth and putting her pajamas on.

I sat down on the edge of her bed.

“You know how happiness doesn’t come to you all at once, and it really comes to you in little bits and pieces?” she asked.

I nodded, instantly struck by the wisdom of her statement.

Her eyes lit up. “Well, I had one of those bits and pieces tonight.”

“What happened?” I asked.

“When Isabelle’s mom was driving us home, my favorite song came on the radio and we turned it up really loud and Isabelle and I started singing at the top of our lungs.” She beamed.

“How fun.” I laughed.

“Yeah,” she nodded, laughing too. “I felt sooo happy.”

“I’m glad,” I told her, tucking her in,

happy that she was happy.

I kissed her goodnight, and left her room.

And, for a long time after that, I thought about what she said.

Because she was right.

Sometimes we expect happiness to come all at once…

in a promotion

a relationship

a success

an achievement.

But, really, happiness is all around us every day,

in little bits and pieces…

In our favorite song coming on the radio,

in an answered prayer,

in a conversation with a friend,

in the trees blooming in our yard,

in our kids doing the dishwasher without being asked,

in the sunshine coming through the bedroom window,

in perfectly ripe tomatoes,

or even in our daughter’s story

about her own

bits and pieces of happiness.  :)

May you enjoy your bits and pieces of happiness today!

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A Man Named Ted

*Post originally published in 2009 and in the book Kirtsy Takes a Bow - A Celebration of Women’s Online Favorites.

There’s a man named Ted who lives in a senior home near our house.

I’ve only met him once, but he’s had a place in my heart ever since.

I first saw him about a year and a half ago, when I was out running errands.

I’d been driving by the Home and noticed him sitting out front, watching cars go by. As I drove past, I wondered what he was doing…

Was he waiting for a ride? Was someone coming to visit him?

A couple days later, I was on the same road, at about the same time, and there he was again–white haired, tall and thin.

And all by himself.

Again, I wondered…

Did he have family? Or friends?

I thought about him the whole way home.

When I saw him again a few days later, I felt a pull to stop and talk to him–a pull so strong that I slowed down and turned into the parking lot after the next intersection, thinking I should go back. But when I looked at the clock, I realized I had only fifteen minutes to pick my son up from school.

I sighed and drove off, promising that next time I’d say hi.

Then I realized I didn’t have to wait until next time…

“Want to surprise someone today?” I asked my son when I picked him up.

I told him about my idea and the man I’d seen.

We went home and cut roses from our yard. I took the thorns off, and we made a bouquet. Then we drove back to the Home.

But when we got there, the man was gone.

I parked the car and we went inside, hoping to find him.

“Can I help you?” the woman at the front office asked as we walked in.

“This might sound strange,” I started nervously, “but I’m looking for a man who sits outside in the mornings, right out front. He’s tall and has white hair…”

“That sounds like Ted,” she said, smiling.

I showed her the roses. “We wanted to give him these.”

“He was just here.” She looked around the lobby. ”There he is,” she said.

I saw him by the stairs.

My son and I walked up to him.

“Ted?” I asked.

He nodded.

“I see you in the mornings sometimes when I drive by.” I held out the bouquet. “We just wanted to give you these and say hi.”

Slowly, he took the roses, a look of surprise on his face.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

Then he turned to my son and reached out his hand.

And I got a lump in my throat.

Because it’s beautiful to see the hand of a child wrapped inside that of a ninety-or-so-year-old man.

He asked my son what his name was, and he thanked us again.

We only stayed for a minute before saying goodbye.

But in that moment, Ted made his way into our hearts.

When my husband and I took our kids to the Home last Christmas to deliver some cards that they’d made, they walked up and down the halls looking for a door with the name Ted on it. When they found one, they picked out their favorite card and set it on the floor in front of the door.

And to this day, when I drive down that road, I look for Ted sitting outside.

The best part is, so do my kids.

I know that Ted might have a family that sees him often. And he might have friends that bring him flowers or send him cards.

But, then again, he might not.

Either way, I’m thankful I met him.

Because it reminded me of the impact that reaching out to others can have.

And the importance of caring about people we may not necessarily know.

And I’ll never forget the image of that man holding my son’s hand,

or the smile on both of their faces that day.

The three men in the coffee shop (a story about friendship)

They sit there–the three of them–at the table by the window in the coffee shop I often write at.

It seems like they’re always there, whether it’s at the beginning of the month or the end,

whether it’s a Monday

or a Friday.

The same three men, the same table, the same ceramic mugs.

They’re older…

with gray hair,

weathered skin,

and deep laugh lines.

I admit; I’ve listened to their conversations.

It’s hard not to.

They talk with a sense of familiarity that makes you want to know what they’re saying,

and how they came to be such good friends.

(You can tell that they are.)

They talk about family.

And news.

And retirement.

And politics.

Sometimes they disagree and their voices get loud,

but they never get angry.

Most of the time,

they simply share stories,

and ask each other questions,

and smile.

Every so often, one of them will talk quietly–too quietly for other people in the coffee shop to hear–and by the way the other two men lean in with a look of concern on their faces, you know they’re discussing something serious,

even sad.

But you also know,

just by watching them,

that whatever the burden may be,

it is lighter when they leave,

because they’ve spent time together.

And that’s what being with true friends does.

Doesn’t it?

May you be surrounded by a multitude of true friends this year. Happy New Year!

Other friendship stories:
The story about the best friends on the train
The story about the friends in the coffee shop

Some good New Year’s reads:
Visit Jennifer at Converstion Diary for her 12 Best Links of 2010.
Visit Holley to find out what the New Year holds.
And if you’re struggling with pain or hardship this time of year, visit 5MinutesforFaith to read Kimberly’s story. Her honesty will encourage you.