.cause you're there for me too.
(lyrics from the Friends theme song.)
I love my friends. My life is a Venn diagram of Important People. Actually, my life looks more like the Olympics symbol, overlapping and full of Amazing Important People.
Each ring symbolizes different "circles" I run in. My church friends, my school friends, my life-long friends, my Twitter/bloggy friends, my family friends, even my acquaintance friends. They are all so important to me.
I love my friends, and I like to give presents to my friends. I would deliver or send presents annonymously, but I like for people to know who loves them.
My very best friend lives just six miles away, but I can't remember the last time I've seen her beautiful face. Sometimes I like to leave a small present at her front door- a smell good lotion, a pair of soft socks, some Reese's peanut butter cups she won't buy for herself. (Once, on a hot summer day I filled up a small cooler with ice so the Reese's wouldn't melt. I'm smart like that.)
I have a friend who, when she bravely went away to college by herself, I sent her a few boxes of happiness filled with smell good candles, brownie mix and pedicure paraphernalia.
During the (very brief) time my husband and I were dating and living an hour and a half away from each other, I sent him cards- store bought, home made, glittery, simple- all kinds of cards so that he knew I was thinking of him.
When one of my Twitter-friends was sick this spring, I sent her a small box of pretties for her and some fun things for her little boy.
Eons ago, when we would take family vacations together, I drove my parents crazy buying souveniers for my friends. I had very detailed lists of which friends I wanted to buy gifts for, and what they most needed and what I desperately wanted to give them. (Because every good friend brought back sea shell picture frames, dolphin t-shirts, braided sea-kelp bracelets and Mason jars full of sand for her pals.)