"It is when we are doing things together that friendship springs up – painting, sailing ships, praying, philosophizing, and fighting shoulder to shoulder. Friends look in the same direction." -- C.S. Lewis Today I'd like to go back to the place where it began for each one of us. The days before "we" when it was just "you and he." Back to the foundation of friendship where a seed of romance was planted and watered until it took root.
Remember those days?
What was it like to be new-found friends? How was life different?
Michael and I were friends for several months before we dated. Not your regular run of the mill friendship, where we met for coffee every other week -- no, like most young couples, we were inseparable buddies. We spent hours on end talking on the phone about the music we enjoyed, the movies that made us cry, friends from the past ... and more than anything else -- we laughed.
We went for picnics, attended church, and spent time at the park. Taking long walks I’'d feel the brush of his hand against mine wondering when and if they'd ever connect.
Like any new and exciting friendship I was sincerely interested in knowing what he was about, so I asked questions and listened intently to every word that he spoke and every story he told. There was no doubt in my mind that this man was my very best friend. We made every effort to spend time together.
Fast forward about 15 years, Michael and I were struggling with the day to day details of starting a new business. We were dealing with the loss of five babies to miscarriage, and had started raising a family. Michael was working long hours and I was busy at home taking care of the babies.
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