There is something to be said about the connection of friendship — the bond you get from meeting someone you just click with.

I have a best friend that I don’t have to explain my jokes to — someone who with just one look knows what’s on my mind.

I have another friend — actually three — that I’ve known since kindergarten. We’re like those women you see on silly commercials swinging shopping bags, walking down the sidewalk laughing. And while the opportunities to be together are few and far between, the bond of friendship with my “girls,” if you will, has never waned. A phone call or e-mail is all it takes and they’re there.

To me, that’s what friendship is all about, and I want that type of friendships for my daughters.

I think on Saturday, we made one.

And if you’ve been reading The Star-News this week, you know that on Saturday, I was at Florala’s June 24th Masonic Celebration. We did all the usual things that day. We got up bright and early and made it to the parade on time. We made the pass through the arts and crafts at Lake Jackson. We made it home, played in the pool, rested up and headed back for the fireworks.

As we arrived at the Farmer’s Market site, there were people everywhere, and the skill level demonstrated on the dance floor reassured me we wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb … a grown woman and two little girls bobbing to the music, you know. My third daughter, the oldest of the bunch, was off like the little social butterfly she is. I’m glad she was dressed in yellow so I could keep my eye on her.

Once, while searching the crowd for a sight of her, I noticed a couple eyeing us with great interest. I have a daughter with special needs — specifically she doesn’t have any ears — so, I tend to take exception when people stare too long. As they approached, I felt myself loading the usual “she just looks different” spiel and was ready to deliver it as soon as they stopped in front of me.

What I wasn’t prepared for was the little blond-haired girl they pulled out from behind them — a slightly older version of the same little girl about whom I was about to deliver a spiel.

Turns out they didn’t need my lesson at all.

It was one of the most exceptional moments of my life and I knew we had made friends for life.

Turns out it was one of those kismet things — they live in Freeport, Fla., and had come to Florala to camp at the lake, heard about the festivities and decided to head over to the dance.

And believe it or not, their little girl likes to dance, too, and it’s one of things that I think will make our children fast friends for life.