Kamaradky

So the other day I was feeling a little lonely for all of my friends from my former lives.

Someone must have sent a forewarning to Heaven, because my prayer was answered before I ever thought to pray it.

My phone rang:

"Sestricko, it's me, Pratt."  (As in the former Sestra Pratt, from my missionary days.)

"I know it's last minute, but are you free Friday morning?"

I didn't quite need to check my calendar.

"Ummmm, yeah!  Wide open."

"Great, because--long story--but we're driving down from New York for the weekend and my kids and I would love to hang out with you and your miminko."

"Awesome."

And, after a day full of

Metro rides,
Museums,
Multiple potty/lunch/diaper breaks,
Many "Sister Robby [a three-year old's derivative of Sister Harby] look at this!" and
Mommy chats (picking up right where we left off three years ago),
I'm grateful for enduring friendships. 

And the tender mercies of a Heavenly Father who knows and fills our needs before we even express them.