I have friends. Lots of them. I’m blessed that way. I even have some family members that I count among my friends and I think that makes me especially blessed.
I have friends that I’ve known for years, friends I’ve known only a short amount of time, friends I’ve never even met, friends I’m related to by blood. I have friends.
The Mirriam-Webster dictionary defines the word “friend” this way:
: a person who you like and enjoy being with
I think that that definition is in the process of being altered, or at least, added to, especially since the advent of Facebook and its “friending” vernacular, as in”I friended Alice today but Stephanie unfriended me today as well. So I’m still even the friend department.” Who knew that the words “friended” and “unfriended” would become verbs.
I’ve been thinking about what being a friend means to me and what having friends means, as well. I won’t get all wordy about it today. Just suffice it to say that I love my friends. All of them. Even if we don’t have any pics together 😀
Some of these pics are of horrible quality, blurry with way out of whack lighting; for that I apologize! It’s the thought that counts, right?
I know I have more pics somewhere but looks like for right now, this is it. If you have a pic of us, post it in the comments – I’d love to see it!
Thanks for being my friend ♥