Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away.
I am blessed to have such a friend and so are my children.
I love this picture so much. Sarah's hands were muddy with playing in the mudpie kitchen. Beatrix is helping to pull her hair out of her face.
Girlfriends are good for things like that.