We just got back from a quick, 4-day family trip to Chicago to visit some dear friends.
We stayed with our dear friends, the Porters. Todd and I met them almost 20 years ago when we were newlyweds at our church.
I have written about them a couple of times on this blog, one telling about the miracle that they are even here, and another telling of the priceless gift of care my friend Sharon gave during my mastectomy.
We have made it a point to see each other every couple of years (at least) throughout the past 20 years, despite living in different states.
We have created precious memories during these purposeful trips, and so have our kids as they have grown up together. It is unbelievable that between the two families we have produced 6 teenagers!
In a perfect world, we would live in the same state and see each other WAY more often, but the closeness we feel with their family despite the distance reveals what a gift their friendship is.
I’ve been reflecting on this friendship. We are all wired so differently and have much scoop on each other—-as meaningful friendships with history usually do—-yet there is an acceptance and love that is quite remarkable, one that has lasted throughout the years.
Keep reading for a few glimpses of our trip, and my discovery of why I often need recovery after trips and life events.