I consider myself blessed to have such a wonderful friend. We have laughed and cried together. We have supported and celebrated each other. Our friendship has survived life's trials and the test of time.
My mom told me early in life that friends would come and go. But to find one true friend would be like gold.
As the poem states....Make new friends, but keep the old. Some are silver, the other ones gold.
To My Friend of Gold, Penny. I love you and thank you for just being you.