We knew each other pre- a lot of things: babies, marriage, career changes, geographic relocations, etc. Those are all the changes in her life, not mine. Sometimes, when I look back on the person I first met vs. the person I write to now, I think I’ve done so little with my life, changed so little, accomplished so little, lived so little. But then I remind myself that:

a) change is relative

b) I’m not her

c) She’s not me

d) Not a single one of those changes changes a single thing about our friendship