Speak My Language

How rare is a good friend? When we're young, we take for granted the blood bonds forged through shared hardship or careless joy. Some of us are lucky enough to have people who stay with us throughout our life phases and know us, really know us. For some, it's our siblings. My sister and brother lurched through childhood right along with me and even for as much as we annoy one another, no one gets it like they do.

It's a common language, really. It's the space between words and the unspoken emotion behind them, that binds and connects. And, as we age, we realize that this commonality is rare and special. Some people never, in their whole life, feel fully understood and loved anyway, for all the faults. Most of us, though, are fortunate. We have known that safety and solace, comfort and grace that love, unconditional, and language, perfectly understood, provides.

A friend such as this shared this video with me. I hope it inspires you, like it has me.