Friday, January 7, 2011
Last night I went out to dinner with an old friend--one of the closest I had in high school. It was nice to see her. She lives out-of-state and comes to visit once a year or so, so our time together was a sweet reminder of yesterdays.
It was interesting to me as I got ready to go pick her up, and even afterward, how I started to see our old neighborhood through different eyes. I was looking at things and wondering what she would think--trying to see the subtle changes she might notice. Was she sad to see how things are looking so old (might I say rundown)? Or was she just glad to be back in a place that felt like home? Maybe both?
We talked about husbands and children and life's challenges. We had read a lot of books in common and seen some of the same movies--our tastes are still similar. We even ordered the same meal at the restaurant: minestrone soup and a side salad.
She didn't laugh at the hair-coloring mishap I have had quite recently (I was going for medium brown, as usual, but somehow ended up much darker).
I enjoyed hearing all about her family and what life is like 4,000 miles away.
It's nice to know that although the years have gone by, and the world has changed in so many ways, that good friends somehow are still there.
Scripture of the Day: Matt 6:33