Since I started blogging 3 1/2 years ago, I have had the pleasure of "meeting" some really fantastic people.
I put "meeting" in quotations because a great deal of these people live far away in another city, province or country and I have not met them in person.
Most of the time the friendships have been "online" friendships which have grown from following each other's blogs.
Some people I have started emailing regularly with and on the odd occasion the friendship has moved to a "we talk on the phone" friend.
Talking on the phone friendships are special to me because it seems in this day and age no one talks on the phone anymore. They email or text but don't actually converse and hear the sound of each other's voices. It makes me a little sad.
The best part of these "cyber" friendships is when I get to meet someone in person. And for the most part when I meet that person they are just as lovely if not lovelier than I imagined.
There is always an element of "Will we have something to say to each other?" when we meet. Looking into someones eyes and actually seeing their facial expressions can be intimidating.
Plus if the person you are meeting doesn't have a blog or doesn't post pictures there is always the "I pictured you one way and you are totally different from that image."
And a photo or series of, does not truly represent who someone is as meeting them does. I mean meeting someone allows you to see them in action.
Right here where I live some of those friendships have grown quite close and I am so thankful for that.
This past weekend I had the pleasure of meeting a person I have "known" for a while. For the life of me, I can't remember how we started following each other's blogs. It seems as though she was just always there. We moved to emailing and again not sure how that happened but if I don't get an email from her every couple of weeks I feel sad.
One day she called me. She took a leap of faith, picked up the phone and dialed my number. I'm pretty sure she wasn't expecting to get the crazed, crying gal on the other end but she did. She could have said "I'll call you another time" and hung up, never to be heard from again. But she didn't. Instead she listened to me talk about my post adoption depression and she let me get it all out.
And she was there for me over the last few months as I dealt with it.
It seemed only right that we meet. And so we did. And it wasn't awkward at all. Oh sure, there is that initial "Will this turn out o.k." fear. But when we opened the gate to her house she was there, arms open, waiting with a giant hug and I knew it would be o.k.
Plus our toddler boys fell instantly into like with each other.
So thanks Tova, for being my friend. It is a pleasure and an honour to know you and to have not just you but your entire family! And over Sushi to boot!!!!