We had a lesson in church today on friends (it's here, if you're interested in actual references.) It made me think of (in no particular order):
my children, that I hope will someday grow to be my true friends.
my mother, who has become my friend.
my sister, who I waited for so long to grow up and become a real friend.
All of my brothers and sisters, de fato.
the brothers and sisters in different areas that we lived in, who have opened their hearts and allowed us in.
my mother-in-law, and the whole family I married into, with their welcoming and generous hearts.
A little Cambodian refugee girl (she seemed huge to me--she must have been ten, and I was five, but she let herself be my pal).
Missionary companions.
Church friends.
School friends.
Roommates.
Neighbors.
Not to mention, a husband who is the best, most complete type of friend.
The Savior.
I'm pretty fond of this idea of friendship. It seems impossible to love so many different people, but it must be possible because I do.
