elizabethtown, long quiet drives, and friends (real ones).

no, not the movie.  in fact, surprising though it may be, i’ve never seen it!  i’m actually referring to the small town in kentucky itself, not the movie that got its name there.  last weekend, i met one of my dearest friends in the whole world in elizabethtown (it’s halfway between where we live), and it was great.  we talked about our lives, about the crazy, about the unexpected, about joy, about letdowns, about dreams and visions, about hopes and fears.  in short, we did what we always do after going nearly 2 years without seeing one another…we picked up right where we left off!

on my drive home later that night, i reflected on our conversation, and i was overwhelmed with appreciation.  at a time in my life where i feel like nearly nothing is certain and so many things are nothing if not completely up in the air, it was so nice to be reminded of the true value of friends.  real friends.  not the ones who are there when its convenient.  not the ones whose trust and time you have to earn or prove yourself worthy of.  not the ones who take more than they give.  i’m talking about those few, those rare, those irreplaceable people in my life that, even in the midst of some of the most overwhelming times of my life, get me, know me, love me, and are there for me. 

to those few, i just want to say ‘thank you’ (you know who you are).