I have a friend – she shall remain nameless unless she gives me permission to say who she is.
She is a strong woman – very strong – I like that in her. No – I love that in her.
I have only physically met her once – truly – just once. In New York – we took the train into the city together with other people and walked and talked and laughed.
On a business trip a couple of years ago -we met – but we had a connection and I count her as one of my closest friends.
I don’t make friends easily. Busy – lazy – whatever.
She is stylish and beautiful inside and out. She is smart and quirky and unique.
She is not just a friend – she is a sister.
I have sisters – lots and lots of sisters. Really – lots of them. Blood sisters.
BUT – blood sisters or friend sisters – what is the difference? Sure I grew up with my blood sisters – we fight and bicker and bitch about each other. But we are sisters and I love you all.
My friend sisters – we have difference of opinions- can’t say we fight and bicker – yet 🙂
I have a daughter – I gave birth to her. She is my joy. I have friend daughters – I watch over them and while I did not give birth to them – in some odd way – I see them as my surrogate daughters.
Cousins – aunts- daughters -friends – women. (no particular order fyi)
My sister friend – I love her dearly – she is struggling and sad and I want her to be happy. I can’t make her happy but I can be her friend and her sister. She has endured hardships in life and she is still standing. She is “jak” (hope I said that right and did not bastardize it – if I did – apologies)
No much to do with life on the farm.
Everywhere I look on the farm though I see life. Plants – birds – goofy horses – kitten heads running around – bugs – bats.
So- for my sister friend – I hear you and can’t wait to see you again.
Much love.
Orange Acres 