Re-Visited

I’ve written about this before, almost two years ago exactly: the depth of friendships. I should repost it, because it is no longer on the internet. I talked about the difference between gold friends and silver friends, taken from that dear childhood tune. Although new friends are wonderful and quite the unexpected blessing, there is just something about old friends. The history shared is something to behold: the many laughs, tears, inside jokes, stories, fears, and just simple moments help mold something very unique.
I hung out with Barta and Sarah tonight. Ok correction. We hung out all afternoon, evening, and most of the night. We chatted, tried not to fall asleep in our respective seats (mine being a quite luxuriously comfortable couch), escaped to Starbucks, and played the most non-competitive game of Mexican Train I’ve ever seen (those darn “1”s!), and then proceeded to talk in the garage as Sarah and I tried to tear ourselves away.
The comfort of being in the presence of old friends is hard to describe. There are no masks, no fences, just comfort in knowing that you’ve seen each others’ peaks and valleys and all the crazy times in between and there’s nothing to hide, just acceptance from years of hard work, fun, and God’s saving grace.


“Make new friends and keep the old, one is silver and the other gold.”- I’m pretty fond of both silver and gold.