Since our babies were born we’ve tried to get together at Christmas to decorate cookies for Santa. We’ve missed a couple years.
And I’ve missed it.
She’s the kind of friend who I never have to knock on the door…not really. I will always walk in and get a genuine hug. I can look and feel hagrid and worn and I can sit with her, visit..… and feel so much better. She doesn’t care if I have whiskey with my lunch. She doesn’t care if my son is shooting them with nerd bullets during family photos. We’ve known each other for so many years that nothing really surprises the other. And though I don’t get to see her all that often, our conversations are the same and comforting. Our friendship remains the same. We always say we’ll try more… but then, well… life. And that’s OK. We both know that there will be plenty of time without the kids, when we’ll be lonely and have to entertain one another.
And I have no doubt, as we promised them as babies, we will be making them decorate cookies well into adulthood…. and knowing us, we will make them matching aprons.
