A recent text message from a dear friend put me in a reflective state of mind.
24 years ago I bought my friend a poetry book called ‘I will build you a house’. The book was given as an expression of friendship and support from one angst ridden teenage girl to another. The book describes itself as a poetry house full of love and joy, sadness and laughter shared through the magic of words. Sounds girly I know but we were girls then, so girly was just fine.
My friend and I are now both 43 and the headlines from our parallel adult lives are two marriages, one divorce, three children, cancer (from which she is fully recovered) and the death of a parent. The subtext however has been rich with experiences and shared moments, some triumphs and some disasters.
At 43 we would struggle to get away with calling ourselves girls now but when we are together – which is less often than it should be – the 24 years that have slipped by, fade away and we are girls again.