History in Friendship
We played in the rice table together in kindergarten. We felt exhilarated sliding in the mud of a downpour during a soccer game when we were 12. We shared our secrets about boys and crushes in jr. high. As we grew older, we learned to give one another room for change and growth, each in our own ways, but found that through very different avenues and influences, God placed similar dreams and desires on both our hearts.

We are kindred spirits.
She is my best friend.

She's on the other side of the world. No talk: no phone, no internet, no email. Barely letters. With all this change and transition as of late, I'm just wanting to sit with her in a reverie, escaping to our imaginations and dreams. I want to wonder and question with her. When we do that, we are always taken back to the mystery of God and our hearts are expanded. It's a gift to be understood. It's a gift to take that risk in revealing a desire or thought of your innermost being and discover that the offering is met with understanding and care. She is loyal in her understanding and care for me and has taught me the meaning of loyalty.

Missing you, tess... love you.