Delight

From dictionary. com Delight;a high degree of pleasure or enjoyment; joy; rapture

A devotional in my bible asks this question, "What do you delight in?" I read this two days ago and was completely dismayed because honestly, I had no idea. What did I find extreme pleasure in? All I could come up with was reading, and to be honest, that seemed pretty weak. However, in two days, God has given me two different answers. Two answers which I am delighted to have discovered.

I grew up in a neighborhood with four other girls whom lived near by. We did everything together; sleep overs, swimming lessons, bike riding, soccer, school...you name it, we did it. Did our families take annual trips to the beach together? Why yes, yes they did. Did we have weekly barbeque's on Sunday nights? My goodness, how did you know? Did we all have the same clothes? You bet. Did we fight and get into trouble, as well? Of course, we're girls, remember? There was the time when A* and I snuck into our neighbors yard, pushed over their Christmas deer(which looked like more a giraffe, truth be told) and posted a note on their front door reading, "Nice Christmas giraffe." See? The wonderful thing about this story is that the most wholesome of our little five some, AP, was the one blamed. And as far as I know, they still think it was her today. Another time, we TP'ed the (different) neighbors house. Which wouldn't be so bad, except we did it in the rain. This story actually holds bitter undertones because again, an innocent party(okay, the MOST innocent party)was blamed. Only this time it wasn't so funny because I was the innocent party.

With Whitney leaving, who was one of the five, I've started to think a lot about growing up with these girls and it's astonishing to me that so much time has passed. One of us is a teacher, two of us are going to school, one of us is heading off to Jordan for two years, and one of us is married with two little rug-rats, er. I mean children.

Here's the thing, as we got older, we all tended to drift apart. Sort of. A and I were always close as were Whitney and S*.Whitney and AP are close because their sisters,as are S and A. Got that? But no matter how long it's been since we've spoken or seen each other, we can all come together and return to our natural flow. Which is what happened last night while Whitney, S, and I were hanging out in Barnes n Nobles. It was fun. We laughed, we gossiped, and we tried(unsuccessfully) to get Whitney to go talk to the cute soldier. It was when we were semi-stalking the soldier that I realized that hanging out with my oldest friends was bringing me a type of joy I haven't felt in a long while.

I was delighted.

*Names have been changed because I'm not sure if any of them would kick my ass for including their real names in a public blog. Except Whitney of course, but she'll never know, she's leaving the country.