To day I felt like a Carrie Bradshaw type figure.
I met up with some of my friends for lunch in our village. We ate our food, setting the world to right while being continually interrupted by one of the toddlers. We talked of life with the kids (the football marks on the windows, when apparently no one was playing in that part of the house). We talked about the diets that we are on (as we munch on a biscuit, saying we will be good for the rest of the day). We talked of fresh starts, a new business perhaps (do you sell door to door or on-line?). We promise ourselves that this is the year, we are not going to sit back any longer!
This year we will be thinner, heather, fitter and mentally stronger than we have ever been before (we shall see!).
It’s great to have friends that you can share the highs and lows of life with. Friends who are there when you are in need and care for you. Friends who don’t necessarily share your faith or politics but love you all the same.
So as I looked at my friends today, I thought how blessed I am and how would Carrie write about it.
It’s easy to love friends. loving your enemy takes a bit more effort.