Good Friends

I am good at lots of things; however, I would never venture to say that I am a good friend. In fact, I am probably one of the worst friends! (Yea, I suck!) I DO try to be good, but most of the time I fall back in my "rude" ways and just do not make the time for those that I care the most about...

There are but a few that see through my "rudeness" and understand that my lack of calling, writing, and general friend-like gestures are in no way a sign of what one means to me.

For close to 20 Jennifer and I have been friends -- true friends. She understands me, and she knows that she is one of my dearest friends despite the fact that I do not often act as if I am.

Last night we were blessed to have the opportunity to have dinner with Jennifer, her two boys and her mom. It was a reminder that the truest friends do not have to talk every day or spend hours together on a regular basis to have a bond that cannot be explained and a friendship that has withstood the test of time.

Our boys!

With Ballerina!

Her sweet boy!

The bathtub is the best place to hang out!