Every time I see her, I feel more like myself. Meeting up was a good idea despite the drive. Hanging out felt just right. Although there is always more to say, more to share and the want for more time. Seeing her family brought me back to college days, no one has changed a bit and the newest additions are, as always, entertaining.
We hid out in the kids’ section at the bookstore, while the guys wandered the book aisles. We sat on the tiny stools and exchanged gifts, just a few weeks late. And her thoughtfulness floored me again. And our comfort level was just the same. I miss her already.