Hannah and I have a friend. She came down to Portland to visit us this weekend. It was a grand ol’ time.

Last night, Hannah and I lay in our bed and talked. We talked for three plus hours. We exchanged thoughts about life, about Baby, about friends.

Friends are great. Thinking about them makes me happy. It puts a smile on my face.

Most of the time.

Sometimes, though, friends make us mad. And what I mean is this: Sometimes, you think someone is your friend, but that person isn’t really your friend at all. You may want to be friends with them, but they may not have the same desire. Sadly, we have to come to this realization that not everyone wants to be our friend, and honestly, that can hurt. But that’s how life works.

Other times, we think someone is our friend, but that person is not our friend. That person has been a poser. And the sooner we realize that, the better.

The characteristics of a friend: A friend is someone who stays with you through thick and thin. A friend doesn’t stab you in the back. A friend doesn’t demean you. A friend doesn’t pressure you. A friend loves you for who you are. A friend is someone you go to when you have problems. A friend does not create more problems for you. A friend is closer than a brother or sister.

That’s a friend. And I have a few of them. And I love them. And you know who you are!

Published by omerdylanredden

I write.

3 thoughts on “Friends

  1. I would never stab you in the back … unless there was a deadly creature on your back and it moved as I was trying to kill it causing me to stab you in the back.

  2. I am honored to be called your friend.

    You and your wonderful wife rank highly on my very short list of friends. I feel pretty special to have y’all in my life and to know that I’m cared about by two amazing people.

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