Friends I don’t deserve

Today I reconnected with a dear friend, possibly the friend I’ve known for the longest time. We went to daycare together before first grade. We roomed together in college. She’s more like family to me, as I have few memories of my life when I didn’t know her. The sad thing is, she has tried multiple times to get in touch with me. Luckily, she knows me well enough to not be offended and not give up. (I once told a friend I’d call her right back. That was in August. I called her back in October. True story.)

This is a weakness of mine. I’d blame it on having two babies and being super busy, but I’ve struggled with this weakness long before I had children. I’m not sure if it’s laziness, a dislike of the phone, or some weird phobia, but the problem is that the longer you go without talking to someone, the more you have to catch up on, and just the idea of that wears me out. So yeah, it must be laziness.

Somehow, certainly because the Lord knew me before I was formed, He has blessed me with these amazing friends who don’t give up on me. I have no idea why, unless it’s for my sparkling personality, which I seriously doubt, since I consider myself rather boring with a weird sense of humor that pops up at the most inappropriate times.

So to all my dear friends who call me and often wait in vain for a return call, despite my good intentions (today I checked my voicemail. I had 15 messages. For shame, Andi, for shame.), my plan is to work on this weakness of mine, and to show you all how much I truly love you. Just don’t be surprised if I answer the phone with “Buddy the elf, what’s your favorite color?”. Elf is permanently etched in my brain, due to a certain two-year-old.