I feel that lump in your throat.

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God graces us with events that are veiled as "everyday" and then exposes them, at just the right time, as monumental.
I have a new friend.  Yes, to all my old friends this IS A BIG DEAL.
I meet alot of people, I like almost everyone, but the very rare occasion that want to invite someone into "the Bubble"... yeah, that is hardly ever.
As we chatted over folding laundry and coffee cups, I had to control myself from shouting out "I FEEL THAT WAY TOO< I THINK THAT ALL THE TIME!!!"
Like a kid---oohoooh I know what you mean!!!!
We chat about our little boys, our big boys, our girls.
Chat about our homes, and decorating stuff.
But alot of our chats are about our Dads.
We are able to relate to the loss of THAT GUY.
When I feel tears in my eyes, I see them in hers.
I think that is when I realize someone is going to be around for a while.
I went for dinner and drinks with Kathy P. last night and for sure we nearly cried TEN TIMES!!!!
YUP we have been friends since we were ten years old.  At summer camp, when she was showing the camp counselors how to find their way out of the woods.
"HEY, are you trying to get us out of here?, well if you want to get out, follow me."
And we did.  All of us.  Because she was a mountain girl and knew her way.
I knew right then at ten years old, this girl is special, different and cool to boot.
I am lucky to have her in my life.
Even though we well up with tears, far too often when we talk about our families, and the people we love so much.
JoAnn and I cry almost everytime we are together, but only for a second, then we laugh too loud, and act all Jersey like.  Makes it soooo worth it.
Sue "Pocahontas"- She makes me cry but not when we are talking, but when we hang up.  I want her closer to me so we can grow old together.  Catch the "friendship train" we were on in HS, hours and hours of heart to hearts. 
She looked wild in HS, just like a native american but half Japanese, Half Irish!!!  My kind of gal.  Still a total riot, but deep, and true, and faithful.
So ode to a new friend.
A new touchstone to even my trip.  A new face in the small crowd of people that seem to get me.
 As we chat about the cool things in life, and the not so great, I'm so glad to have a new buddy.



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