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Five Minute Friday: Belong

I belong to a great group of friends. We call ourselves The Tribe. Our local newspaper did a story on several of us and how people build an urban tribe of sorts when they live away from their own family and the name stuck.

It is a wonderful bunch of people and through the years we have gone through everything together - weddings, deaths of parents, multiple job changes. Besides the family I was born into, they are the one constant in my life and whenever I spend time with them, it's always fun and it's just as comfortable as family.

Last night we gathered because one of The Tribe was back in town from her new home in Maine and she shared such exciting news  - she's engaged and getting married in June. We screamed and cried and hugged. And just like everything in life, there is a flip side - another friend shared that her husband has been having seizures that doctors can't determine the cause of and he's not able to drive for the next six months.

As I woke this morning and thought about last night, my heart felt so full. So full of excitement for my friend who's started a new life with the love of her life. So full of fear and concern for my friend and his wife as they live with this new development in his health. So full to know that even though they aren't blood, I have a group of people that I am bound to with the strong ties of navigating life together through the good times and the bad.

I am one lucky girl!

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  1. Loved reading this. Such a timely reminder that we can create community no matter where we are by simply reaching out to others around us. We can build connections that last a lifetime.

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