Friendship is a strange thing. We find ourselves telling each other the deepest details of our lives ... things we don't even share with the families who raised us.

A confidant? A shoulder to cry on? An ear to listen? A heart to feel? A friend is all these ... and more. No matter where we met, no matter how long we've been together ... I call you friend. A word so small, yet so large in feeling, a word filled with emotion, a word overflowing with love. Truly great things come in small packages. Once the package of friendship has been opened, it can never be closed.
It is a constant book always waiting ... waiting to be read ... and enjoyed. We may have our disagreements ... we may have our disappointments ... we may argue ... we may concern one another ... friendship is a unique bond that lasts through all tribulations.
A part of each of us goes into our friendships ... our humor ... our experiences ... our tears. Friendships are foundations ... necessary for life ... and love.
Friends ... you and me ... you brought another friend and then we were three ... we started our group ... our circle of friends ... there is no beginning ... there is no end