There are some weekends that pass pleasantly… and then there are the ones that linger in your heart long after the last hug goodbye.

This was one of those.

We spent a beautiful few days with our dear friends, David and Val Kula, and from the moment they arrived, everything slowed into that sacred rhythm that only deep friendship allows. No performing. No rushing. Just presence.

The Simple Joy of Being Together

Our lanai became the gathering place — morning coffee, long lingering meals, and the kind of conversations that meander without agenda. We played Rummikub, Canasta, and Millionaire Rummy, laughing over strategy and surprise wins. There’s something wonderfully grounding about sitting around a table with people who know you well and love you anyway.

We wandered through the Ft. Pierce Farmer’s Market, soaking in the live music and local color. The Florida Cracker Horses had just completed their walk across the state — strong, steady, and beautiful. At the marina, we were delighted by the quiet appearance of a manatee gliding through the water, as if reminding us to stay gentle and unhurried.

We brought home rosemary sourdough bread that became part of two meals — pasta one evening, French toast the next morning. Simple food somehow tastes better when shared with dear friends.

Conversations That Matter

But what made the weekend unforgettable were the conversations.

We spoke vulnerably. Deeply. About life, faith, and the books shaping us. We reflected on how Julian of Norwich has impacted us in ways that feel almost cellular — her steady reminder that “All shall be well” echoing into our own uncertainties. We shared what we’re currently reading, what’s stirring in our hearts, and what we’re learning about ourselves.

Van Morrison played in the background one evening while darts flew across the room and laughter filled the air. Music, stories, theology, humor — all woven together like threads strengthening an already-strong tapestry.

The Kind of Friendship That Feels Eternal

Every time we’re together, the goodbye feels too soon. And almost immediately, we begin talking about the next visit.

Friendships like this are not accidental. They are gifts. The kind that grow richer with time. The kind that hold both joy and depth. The kind that feel, quite simply, like grace.

As I reflect on the weekend, I’m reminded that a life well-lived isn’t measured in productivity or accolades. It’s measured in connection. Shared meals. Honest conversations. Laughter that makes your sides ache. Silence that feels safe.

These are the treasures.

And they make me wonder…

What does friendship mean to you?

Who are the people you can sit with for hours and still wish for more time?

Who helps you grow, challenges you gently, and reminds you who you are?

I’d love to hear about a friendship that has shaped your life. Tell me in the comments — or better yet, reach out to that friend today and let them know how much they matter.

Because friendships like this? They are one of life’s greatest blessings.