What are friends for?

My good friend Jordan came by the other day. He’s a former daycare “baby” who I took in at a few weeks old. He is my best friend in many ways. We just plain have the same interests and view the world from the same “window”.

Ideas and artwork are intricate parts of our compatibility. Agreeing with each other is not at all necessary to the subjects we discuss. At one time, I was the “teacher”. Now we explore our interests by learning from each other. Politics, biology, books, movies…you name it, we have opinions and enjoy sharing them.

There is no generational gap present. I find this intriguing. There are no stops for the male/female sides of arguments. They do not exist.

I considered for years that my influence would fade away as he “moved on” to manhood. Never did I “hang on” or worry about the event. Now he’s in college. Although he asked, I did not write him letters during his first semester.(I wanted him to fly solo.)  Then, at winter break, he asked me to write and I did. I know it pleased him .

One of the most fulfilling accomplishments of my day care career has been being his mentor. We didn’t choose each other. My life has been enriched as much as his. It just “is”.

I’m not his mom…I’m not his girlfriend…I’m not his sister…I’m his Susan and HE is my Jordan. My first book will definitely have characters mirrored after this friendship because it is one I had never witnessed before and one that must exist in some other lucky folks lives. It’s been likened to the “Tuesdays with Morrie” friendship but even THAT was more one sided.

I’m not bragging. I’m not ashamed. I’m just plain glad he is my friend…


Here we come!

This is my first opportunity, for many weeks, to sit and write. The sitting feels marvelous and the writing feels strange.

Just like anything we do, the more we do it the more comfortable we get. Today, I feel as though I’m outside of my groove. So, I’m just going to write anyway…

I realized that I feel just like a kid on Christmas Eve several times a day. My stomach rolls with excited anticipation of a project or I think of living in the woods or I smell that fragrance from an infant.

This makes me wonder how people who have everything they ever wanted find happiness. It’s the wanting that makes for the best feeling just as Christmas Eve is the true holiday peak.

My good friend Jordan and I have much in common and we both recognize and embrace this excitement. The first snowfall, hearing a favorite song on the radio, beginning a book we’ve been wanting to read, all give us that giggle in our guts. He thought it would fade with age but now realizes it doesn’t have to.

The coolest part about the giggle is that it happens over little things that we anticipate. I get them when I watch birds at my feeder or when an infant laughs out loud for the first time.

Now tell me, aren’t those little things the big things? I guess the people who have everything are those who notice and enjoy as many moments as they can. Anticipation is the answer. When one anticipates happiness they have it.

Have one great big happy day!