Once upon a time, a family moved to a new town, a new school, a new church. One fall day, some new acquaintances invited that new family on an apple-picking, goat-feeding, pumpkin-choosing outing. That day was a special day in which new friendships began to feel more like old friendships, in which the new family thought maybe, just maybe, this new town was going to feel like home in every way. And every fall since, those same friends pick apples, feed goats, and choose pumpkins together on a special fall day. There are more kids and there are older kids. The friends feel like sisters to each other. The Fall Day is one of the best days of the year.
I pray they are someday as close as I am with my girlfriends. And thankfully, I now have sisters through marriage. When I am with any of them, it feels like not a day has past since the last time we were together. I love them. But my girlfriends, the ones I talk to on a daily basis, the ones I e-mail and call when I need help with my kids or with buttons or with ideas for dinner or a prayer request, those girls are my every-day sisters. There’s not a bigger compliment I could bestow upon any of them.
Here’s a web album of our Fall Day, 2009. I don’t think I have pictures of all my “sisters”, but anyone my age you see on these pictures counts.