Friendship: the Staff of Life

I have mentioned my friends before. I value my friends like nothing else. They are someone to lean on, listen to, cry on, giggle with, play with, and hold high as exemplary people that make me better than I would be without them.

I have recently developed a friendship with someone new - a freelance writer for the Spokesman-Review and several other publications. Her name is Cindy Hval. She enriches me and subtly reminds me to see the lighter things in life. What sets her apart from others is her sense of humor, quick wit, and eloquent compassion.

I invited her to share dinner with my friends a month ago; she in turn wrote a column about us – a sequel to a Spokesman-Review article about us done in 1993 – so 15 years later, we are hardly changed at all. If anything, we imbue the phrase, we aren't getting older, we are getting better.

I am one of the luckiest people on earth to have so many very close and dear friends, and to count Cindy as one of them.

Please read the beautiful Article by Cindy Hval in the Spokesman-Review today.



Cindy H. said...

Jeanie: I count myself the lucky one for having met you! I admire so many things about you. Your mothering, your work ethic, your fantastic friendships, and your beautiful writing. I'm so glad you are part of my life :-)

Joseph Pulikotil said...

Hi :)

I am bowled over by the phrase: WE AREN'T GETTING OLDER, WE ARE GETTING BETTER!

Have a good day :)