Why, yes, you are seeing correctly...this is most definitely a finished object. A small cross-stitch made from this pattern, then framed, I brought it to a function where we had a gift exchange. I came home with a beautiful lantern, and this little sweetheart is hopefully on someone's mantle.
Did you know that besides it being Valentine's Day, it is also Friendship day in Finland? I was duly informed this fact at this aforementioned function, and I found it fantastic. Now, there's really more of a reason to celebrate the 14th of February. In fact, I give everyone permission to celebrate it twice!
“Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that.” - Ally Condie, MATCHED
What is friendship to you?
Is it what you do, what you say, or what you give? Is it in your face, is it 24/7, or is it 10 minutes at a time, a phone call, a text?
Is it knowing the same characters in a show, or reading the same books? Or is it the chase, the getting to know, or the thrill of learning from one another?
Does it stem from childhood, from blood, or by circumstance? Will it last forever, or the next two years, or just until it simply dissipates?
Is it none of these, or all of it combined?
A long time ago, I made a comment to my husband that it must be tough to be friends with the likes of us. Nomadic, fleeting families, rolling stones, speeding by and barely skimming the surface. Our roots tunnel just deep enough for a season or two, and then we're at it again. In between, we throw ourselves into our communities and hope we land somewhere soft and with like-minded people. Sometimes we do, sometimes we don't.
When we do, it is fabulous, but the world isn't perfect. There is this notion that there is time for everything and there is really not, and sometimes the best you have are the small moments. The sincerest of intentions are squashed by the dailies and despite our heartfelt efforts, sometimes what we end up with is barely enough time to say Hello and I Miss You.
But, it doesn't mean that it's lesser of value. This absence of body, of voice, of words on the page, doesn't mean the spirit of the friendship is gone. Nor does it mean that the memories spent together are just a fraction of what a friendship could have been. Sometimes friendship is trust thrusted out against this empty space we have to fill. It's having a faith that can be both uplifting and inspiring and lonely at the same time.
Yet, these friendships matter.
They are atoms that make up molecules that is every bit tangible as this screen you're reading from.
And they've shaped you the way you are.