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August 22, 2007
Sounds like the definition of family to me
We were in Austin last weekend, where I was buried in old memories.
I've known the friend we were visiting for 22 years, two-thirds of our lives. Even though we haven't always lived near each other, or even been in the same phase of our lives for most of that time, we've always come back to each other. She's a smidge older than I am, and has met most of life's milestones first: college, marriage, kids. Because we have some very similar values and views, her advice and opinions have always been very important to me. I'm not sure what I contribute to her life, but to me, she's been invaluable.
Add to that her parents, with whom I spent quite a bit of time as well. We were at their house on Lake Travis, which is filled with the things they've collected over the years. They had a lot of those things already when I was a kid, and so even though their current house is less familiar, much of what fills it is the same. We were at their house for my friend's birthday party, a fun affair full of families, swimming, food and play.
I got to flip through an album of old pictures, from before my family met theirs and beyond, and it gave me a sense of connection I don't get with many people. I haven't held on to very many people through my life, I don't have those elementary school friends some have, or a group of girls from college that did everything together. But I do have this family that has been intertwined with mine in many ways since I was eleven. They knew me before I knew me.
Posted by me at August 22, 2007 9:59 PM
Comments
Some people have best friends that they talk to on the phone everyday. I've just never really been that kind of person. It's comforting to have the kind of best friend that even if you -haven't- talked for months, you know they're still there.
And you *are* family.
Love you!
Dos Bequis forever!
Posted by: Beck at August 23, 2007 9:32 PM