There is a comfort among old friends irreplaceable by the new.
A common history, shared life, growing up and old, stories worn ragged by telling and re-telling (but welcome every time).
Successes and failures and challenges, applauded, encouraged and met–so much richer and endurable and risen to with companion kindred heart.
The wrappings change in time, in color, size and shape…and wrinkles become impossible to press.
Chasms of time and distance or even divergent opinions don’t really matter with such precious affections.
Lovely and golden.