"Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver and the other gold."
I smiled at the memory of that rhyme last weekend as I took a little day trip to visit my old friend Emilie in western North Carolina. Her third baby, sweet little Bryant, was a mere four days old and since newborns are one of my very favorite things on the planet, it was only natural that I would head on over to get my hands (and my camera) on him. He was worth the drive. The cherry on top was the fact that my eight your old Caroline and six year old Ben got to come along - just the two of them - to spend the day romping through the woods, picnicking under a shade tree and splashing in the creek (even though it was barely above 50 degrees) with Emilie's eight year old daughter and six year old son. To say they had fun together woud be an understatement.
As I left I realized how rare and special it is to have friends with so much history to share life with. Emilie and I were Pioneer Girls on Wednesday nights in fifth and sixth grade. We weathered the junior high and high school years with sleep-overs, camping trips and double dates. We shared weddings and pregnancies and now our children get to enjoy each other, too.
We all had our interests and talents growing up and Emilie was the famous model. We'd go into County Seat and see her pretty face in the latest Levi ad or on the cover of the local bridal guide. The camera still loves Emilie and I think she passed those photogenic genes right on down to baby Bryant.
I'm grateful for a friendship with such history and am looking forward to all that we'll share in the coming years. Old friends are a treasure, indeed.
I smiled at the memory of that rhyme last weekend as I took a little day trip to visit my old friend Emilie in western North Carolina. Her third baby, sweet little Bryant, was a mere four days old and since newborns are one of my very favorite things on the planet, it was only natural that I would head on over to get my hands (and my camera) on him. He was worth the drive. The cherry on top was the fact that my eight your old Caroline and six year old Ben got to come along - just the two of them - to spend the day romping through the woods, picnicking under a shade tree and splashing in the creek (even though it was barely above 50 degrees) with Emilie's eight year old daughter and six year old son. To say they had fun together woud be an understatement.
As I left I realized how rare and special it is to have friends with so much history to share life with. Emilie and I were Pioneer Girls on Wednesday nights in fifth and sixth grade. We weathered the junior high and high school years with sleep-overs, camping trips and double dates. We shared weddings and pregnancies and now our children get to enjoy each other, too.
We all had our interests and talents growing up and Emilie was the famous model. We'd go into County Seat and see her pretty face in the latest Levi ad or on the cover of the local bridal guide. The camera still loves Emilie and I think she passed those photogenic genes right on down to baby Bryant.
I'm grateful for a friendship with such history and am looking forward to all that we'll share in the coming years. Old friends are a treasure, indeed.