Forrest Gump said, “Life is like a box of chocolates – you never know what you’re gonna get.” Well, I say, “friends are like a box of chocolates.”
My sister would poke a hole or take a bite out of each chocolate so she could pick the one she wanted to eat. She may have missed out on something good by not sampling those chocolates.
Just like those chocolates, friends are diverse. Some may be a bit nutty – some a bit fruity – some rich – some not as sweet– some overwhelming. Friends come in different shapes and sizes, of different ages and various characteristics. They each offer a different type of friendship and meet a different need in our lives.
From an acquaintance to a “kindred spirit” friend, they each have a different aroma.
My mom and her sister were best friends. They were fifteen months apart. My mom took it upon herself to care for her baby sister who thought the sun rose and set on her big sister. Each day when my mom came home from school, she taught her sister what she had learned in class. She continued to nurture her sister and, in many ways, took the place of their mother.
The girls went to school together, rode horse back together, killed rattlesnakes together, went to normal school for their teaching degree together, cried together and laughed together. The bond these sisters shared was more binding than blood.
They were the best of friends, and what a sweet fragrance that was!
My mom and her sister