I was lying in bed last night, you know that strange time as you are inbetween worlds....not awake but not asleep yet? And I was thinking....oh, me, the great thinker! I was thinking about our friend who was sleeping down the hall, resting after an operation that morning. I was thinking about earlier, sitting on a sunny lawn with Aimee whilst the kids ran around screaming and laughing. I was thinking about Friday when Aimee was so tired so she brought the troops over and I tried to give her a bit of a rest. I was thinking about an email that I got from Houston, about a friend of a friend whose husband is in the US Army and is on deployment - I moan about 6 months, they have to go for 2 years - how much does that suck?
When you are far from home, friends are your family. They keep you going. They hold your hand and wipe the tears. They laugh with you.
My friends have really rallied around since Mr A. has been away, and in the last few days I have finally had a chance to pay the favour back - whether it was cooking lunch for a tribe, or offering a bed to a sore friend. It feels good to give something back to them.
I found this in a small inspirational book, and I think it is very apt.
If all my friends were to jump off a bridge, I would not follow, I would be at the bottom to catch them when they fall. - unknown.
