I am just worn out from all the laughing.
My sweet friend from high school, The Queen B, made the two-hour drive to visit me today. Though we’ve stayed in touch via e-mail and phone, we haven’t had a face-to-face conversation in years.
I was reminded of something today, something it’s easy to forget in the busy-ness of life that keeps us focused on the here and now: there is nothing like an old friend.
(And I mean, of course, "old" as in "long-time" , not "old" as in "aged". Because if B is aged, I am aged, and that will never do.)
It’s a happy thing to sit down and laugh and reminisce with someone who knew you when your hair was big and your music was loud. And there’s nothing like talking about the challenges of motherhood and rising gas prices with the same person who held your hand when you cried over a jerk-ish high school football player.
We laughed and talked downstairs today while her daughter and my sons listened to The Jonas Brothers (too loudly) upstairs.
It just felt right.