When I was about four years old, my parents took me to Sunday School at the First Presbyterian Church of Staten Island. This had been my mother’s church when she was young and she must have still felt good about it to take me there. However, I don’t really remember my mother attending church. My guess is that she was mad at God because my baby sister had died and so for a long time she did not attend. However, for some reason she still wanted me to go.
My first teacher for Sunday School was Mrs. Henderson. She was friendly, talkative, and she kept us entertained. And best of all, I felt comfortable with her! One of my classmates at that preschool class was Princess. She was Mrs. Henderson’s daughter and she was a little bit older than me. Princess was not her real name, as you might have guessed. It was the nickname that her Dad had given her, and all these years later, it is still the name that I call her. I think it is very sweet that her Dad considered her to be a Princess.
Princess is one of those friends that you don’t see for years, and then when you do get together with them, it is like time has stood still. We are the same friends as always. Today is Princess’ birthday. Thursday I baked Princess a brownie pie, and sent it off to her home in Virginia so that it would arrive today. I’ve not heard from her yet, but I can tell from the Facebook postings that she has had a wonderfully busy day. So tonight I will send my dear friend Princess, the happiest of birthday wishes. I am so very glad that we met all those years ago.
“A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart, and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words.” Donna Roberts
Pie a Day Give Away 
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