In my heart, it’s the five of us.

After a long and wonderful day at school, connecting with students about their feelings regarding our blog, I left school full of excitement for what is to come with this project.

I took off my boots (for what I hope is one of the last times this season), opened the front door, and peered inside our mailbox. It is often stuffed with ads, wrongly addressed envelopes, and Pottery Barn magazines. As I clumsily grabbed the pile of junk, I noticed a gold glimmer from the middle of the stack.

I tend to be rather careless when opening any and all mail. I am known to tear through important bills and notices, and even though my grandmother bought me an “envelope opener” (many of you have probably never seen one of those), I take after my mother and usually what is left of my envelope looks like my dog grabbed ahold of it. But this time, I carefully loosened the gold edges of the envelope, slid my finger gently underneath, and ever so carefully opened it. Did I have another friend getting married? Was there another baby shower to attend? To my excitement and surprise, my dear friend since 6th grade wrote me a note for no reason other than to say hello and remind me how much our friendship means to her.

Sending and receiving letters is something that I have always loved. However, today, it seems to be a lost art. So when I opened this letter from Julia, I was elated and also reminded that such simple actions can truly make a person’s day. She ended her letter with a quotation that she read in an article on friendship earlier in the week: “Don’t ever lose your friends, sweetheart. The older you get, the more you will need them.” And I can tell you that while those words are simple, they are incredibly important and true. I am grateful beyond measure for the friendships I have made over the years. And while I have friends from many stages of my life, my best friends – the ones who know my insides, my joys, my scars, my firsts, my lasts, my highs, and my lows – are the ones I made when I was in middle school. And it is because for fifteen years, we have been there for each other, no matter what. We are there not only in times of need, but we are there in times of celebration. We learned very quickly that jealousy was poisonous and a waste of time. We have each other’s backs, always. Cultivate those friendships now, and you will reap the benefits for a lifetime.


3 thoughts on “In my heart, it’s the five of us.

  1. What a wonderful thing to find in your mailbox. We all hope for such a letter but we so rarely get them these days. Cherish that letter and cherish that friend!


  2. What a perfect surprise! You are right, a hand written note is a lost art. Last night, I had dinner with one of my “life friends” — interestingly since middle school. If I’ve done my math correctly, I’m a bit older than you, but all of these years later when my friends and I get together we still just jump right back into old routines. If I need something, they’re the first friends I call. Whether a treasured secret, a hard bit of life, or a wonderful celebration, these friends are always right there for me.

    I enjoyed your piece. You had me reading quickly to find the surprise in the golden envelope.



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