Miracle of Girlfriends

I have always believed that one should have friends who are both older and younger, male and female as well as near and far. The diversity of these friends provides perspective and offers a wide variety of opinions and resources. These are the friendships that I seek. These are the friends that I value and have grown to depend on, especially as I've moved twice in the last four years.

One of these friendships is with a young woman I met about a year and a half ago after our move to Illinois. She's nearly twenty years younger than me, meaning I could almost be her mom, yet we seems to fit together like hand to glove. We worked together for a short time and then she was promoted and moved to my hometown! Wow, talk about fate!

We then became even closer as she prepared to move, and consequently made trips back and forth. Her 'home' is where I live, and my 'home' is where she currently lives. Unique set of circumstances, huh?

We have been fortunate to connect for coffee or a glass of wine each time the other is in town. And I'm always so grateful for that time with her. Yesterday, was one such day. We met for coffee and chatted for nearly two hours. It was wonderful to catch up with her, hear all about the friends she's just making that I've known for years, and hear the confidence build in her for her new surroundings.

I'm grateful for our friendship, and the perspective it brings to my life. She's a wonderful, young woman with a positive outlook and glowing energy. And the recharge she gave to me after just a coffee meeting was a wonderful miracle. And may result in some travel plans of my own ….

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