If there is one ingredient in which adds warmth and love to our lives ...
It is friendship.
If there is one relationship to help us through all the others ...
It is friendship.
Friends surround us with the beauty of their caring.
With friends we can share what we see, what we feel and what we love.
Friends help us with our problems because they listen.
And as they listen we begin to hear the language of our own hearts.
With friends we can walk along the remembered paths of our lives
And completely share our experiences.
With friends we can work the soil of forgotten dreams
That needed to be tended and nurtured once again.
With friends we can plant the seed of our hearts new dreams.
We can always return to a friend like going back to a special place ...
And find the same warm feeling unchanged by time or distance.
Life gives us friends so we can share the precious times and memorable moments
Of being children, and teenagers, and adults, and parents, and
Life gives us friends so we can share the growing up ...
And growing down and old.
With friends we have a place to go to be accepted and understood.
Our thoughts are heard, our feelings are held in the heart of a friend.
Together we can laugh.
Together we can cry.
With friends our lives are made more full, more rich,
beautiful and blessed!!!!!
When I was very little
All the Grandmas that I knew
Were wearing the same kind
Of ugly grandma shoes..
You know the kind I mean..
Clunky heeled, black, lace-up kind,
They just looked so very awful
That it weighed upon my mind,
For I knew, when I grew old.
I'd have to wear those shoes,
I'd think of that, from time to time
It seemed like such bad news.
I never was a rebel,
I wore saddle shoes to school,
And next came ballerinas
Then the sandals, pretty cool.
And then came spikes with pointed toes
Then platforms, very tall,
As each new fashion came along
I wore them, one and all.
But always, in the distance,
Looming in my future, there,
Was that awful pair of ugly shoes,
The kind that Grandmas wear,
I eventually got married
And then I became a Mom
Our kids grew up and left,
And when their children came along,
I knew I was a Grandma,
And the time was drawing near
When those clunky, black, old lace up
shoes was what I'd have to wear.
How would I do my gardening
Or take my morning hike?
I couldn't even think about
How I would ride my bike!
But fashions kept evolving
And one day I realized
That the shape of things to come
Was changing, right before my eyes.
And now, when I go shopping
What I see, fills me with glee
For, in my jeans and Reeboks
I'm as comfy as can be.
And I look at all these little girls
And there, upon their feet
Are clunky, black, old Grandma shoes,
And I really think that's neat.
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