A Table of Friends

Our lives are made up of a compilation of stories. Every line on our faces is a result of the gradual collection of them. Some are hilariously funny! Experiences we’ve had of our own antics, or those of others. We tell them to each other, with all the embellishments and expressions called for. We roar with merriment and lean on each other in our mirth. We laugh until we cry and then laugh some more! It is a joyous thing, sitting at the table with friends sharing the humour of our stories.

We also have other stories of our lives. Ones that are not humorous. Tales that have sadness and heart break threaded through them. And there are friends who share in those stories with us as well. Friends that let us lean on them and feel our pain. Friends that are there for the duration.

Those that share all of our stories with us, the laughable and the painful; they are the ones you want at the table with you! These are the friends that are willingly a part of all of you and who you are. I have been so very blessed to have such friends!  

The flip side of course, that I find I need to challenge myself with, is what kind of friend am I? Am I present for my friends for all that they need? Am I a trustworthy part of all of the stories of their lives? These are the questions we must ask ourselves if we truly wish to be at their tables.