Alphabet Friends…

Once in a while, I get the opportunity to get together with old friends.  Not “OLD” friends, as one near and dear to my heart reminded me tonight, but rather the friends that know where you came from and share indelible memories with you.

These times are way too far apart it seems.

We each lead very busy lives.  Some are married, some have children, some (like me) are just busy with so many things I wouldn’t know where to start.

But, in the moments that we carve out to catch up, we enjoy reminiscing about the past and talking about the present.  Sometimes, we reveal some things that no one knew – hilarious moments of things that I may have done in middle school – I plead the fifth on what those things may or may not have been…they may have involved an overhead cord and a teacher falling to the floor like a box of rocks, but I’ll never tell!

It doesn’t take much to get us talking…just some time on a sunny deck, dinner, drinks, and some s’mores with a flower pot campfire does the trick.

It really is amazing how years can pass between the times we meet, and it is almost as though no time has passed and no miles separate us.  Those types of friends are few and are very special.

Though I will be the first to tell you that I have never been a fan of Shakespeare, he put it best when he said…


New friends may be poems but old friends are alphabets. Don’t forget the alphabets because you will need them to read the poems.”


Thank you to my friends that are my alphabets.

We do not talk as much as we would like…

Or get together as often as we would like…

But, you are the reason why I am the type of friend that I am today.  You are the ones that taught me how…

It is because of all of you that I learned how to listen, how to appreciate the moments we spend together, and to value the importance of remembering the past fondly because you are the reasons why I have such fond memories!

I am blessed to have made so many memories with you.  Here’s to many more…


When y’all are ready to get together again, let me know.

I’ll bring the s’mores and the flower pot.

This time, I’ll know how to put out the fire…LESSON LEARNED!

Nothing was harmed in the creation of this memory…except for maybe that poor marshmallow, at least I think that’s what those charred remains are in the top of that picture…