Wednesday, August 1, 2012
I wore my wedding dress. I wasn't quite such a new bride, but still new enough to fit the dress perfectly.
She was immigrating to a new land, the land where her new husband had lived since he was seven years old. Many challenges lay ahead as she learned to master English, and adjust to a very different country.
We became friends, two couples who visited each other's homes, camped together, attending a summer school and sharing a love of the arts.
Many years later, we found ourselves separated from the husbands with whom we had danced so freely across the equator. We also rediscovered our friendship.
My friend has just come to stay and the room still rings with our conversation and laughter.