Some say Friends. I say Lifers.

I was looking through digital photos the other day and got swept up looking at old photos of me and my “besties”.

We span a decade between oldest and youngest, but feel like we have been together a lifetime. Because we have.

Living in the transient area of south Florida making friends can be easy, but losing friends to a move is easier. In fact, one of us is no longer in the same state. But nothing changes. We are Lifers. We have gone through family losses, infertility, moves, marital discomfort – we have been to the births of each other’s children, weddings and all celebrations in between, because lifers share in the very good, the very bad and the very devastating.

I could pick any photo but this one says it all. Our trust. Our comfort. Our authenticity. Our Love. Our Life.