My father always said, "there are no friends like old friends." He didn't mean old as in ancient. But as in friends that have known you for a long time. And he was right.
My friend Connie and I met when we were 18, in college in North Carolina and became best friends right away. We have been through happy times, moves, transitions, sad times, children, divorces, marriages and everything in between. We know each other's deepest secrets (like the time the state police gave us a ride back to our college dorm when we missed our ride in Raleigh), dreams and wishes.
It seems like we have known each other forever. And that is why, when we get together, we pick up right where we left off. And it's always fun.
When I visited a couple of weeks ago to take a late fall road trip in North Carolina, we were looking for the changing of the leaves, some great shopping, visiting our old college and seeing some sights. And we did all of that. But the best part was enjoying the comfort and good times that can only come from a longtime friend.
Hopefully the airline will not weigh my bags!
So, as we head into Thanksgiving next week, I am most thankful for the friends who have been placed in my life and have made me part of their extended families. And for all of the years we have shared. And priceless memories. Some of which will never be revealed!