“Are we not like two volumes of one book?” ~ Marceline Desbordes-Valmore
I may not know the feeling of getting dressed for my wedding, or what it’s like to be a mom, or how long each day’s wait can seem for my husband to arrive home from work, but I know rich friendship.
I know trust because of vulnerability.
I know joy’s exhaustion.
I know the privilege of carrying burdens.
I know that “greater love” that Jesus spoke of in John 15.
Because Heather is my friend.