Today you had your first three hour lunch with the girls. Its a tradition between your mom and I that started more years ago than I can count these days. The first time your mother and I had lunch together we were probably still in high school and we grabbed fries and a diet coke at Hardees or Mcky D's. Then suddenly we were in college and started a long standing tradition of grabbing pizza at Godfathers. For awhile I remember many late nights spent dancing at The Old Broadway, which turned into many early morning breakfasts at Cher's Kitchen.
Over the years your mom moved away, and then later I did too. But we both returned home to visit family and always got together for our lunch date over the holidays. We'd both go back to our towns and resume our lives, collecting and gathering our stories to share with each other the next time we'd meet.
There have been many phone calls, emails and visits in between, but your mom and I have had an innate ability to pick up right where we left off each time we get together. Its grown much more complicated, this gathering of ours. Its not just her schedule and mine to juggle any more, but its husbands, and kids and now parents we work around each time you and your family come for a visit.
Plus our topics have matured along with ourselves. While we might have focused once on boys and dating and shopping, we now talk about boys, as in our sons, and dating, which we agree we won't let you do till you are at least 30, and shopping... well some things never change.
But somehow we've managed to remain friends all these years. As you sat watching us over lunch today, I couldn't help think of all the things we have yet to teach you. But here's the main thing I want to tell you. The things worth keeping in life, are the ones we make time for.
Like your mother and I, and our lunches. Those lunches have seen us through, engagements and break-ups, weddings and mortgages, funerals and births. I have no doubt the seeds of hope for a baby girl for your mom, were once whispered over one of our lengthy lunch conversations years ago.
Oh sure, on the surface, its just lunch I suppose. But string together all of those hours spent sharing the stories of our lives, and what you have, is the thing worth keeping. A best friend and a friendship borne over diet coke and french fries, still dreaming about the future and all they will have to share, the next time they have lunch.
Thanks for lunch girls!!!
Girl, you have the sweetest ways of telling a story. I loved this, and love to see your friendship... She's a lucky woman to have you for a friend.ReplyDelete
I loved the way you talked to the baby and told her to value people by making time for them.ReplyDelete
There have been people in my life I adore and would like to be close to. I'm always saddened when they say they don't have time for me.
Love the post! You should be writing books!ReplyDelete
Oh my Vicky...I love the way you pull at my heart strings. What a precious story and precious tiny girl...sigh.ReplyDelete
what a blessing that friendship must be!
The girls' lunch is expanding! That's quite an exhausting way to increase your numbers!! Well written Vicky!ReplyDelete
What wonderful memories of a friendship that has lasted the tests of time! And now, to look upon the next generation and to instill in them the bonds of friendship. Beautiful post, Vicky!ReplyDelete
Vicky...this story of friendship touches me deeply. You wrote it so beautifully....and the photos of Brynne are 'icing on the cake.'ReplyDelete
Absolutely beautiful, Vicky! You are so extraordinary! Really. You write about the everyday, and it soars...celebrated by your beautiful retelling! I love your blog! I love you. And the photos of Brynne are simply gorgeous! What a beautiful baby girl!! Have a wonderful week! Love you, Janine XOReplyDelete
Your images are absolutely precious, as is your letter to the little one. Friendships like this are such a gift.ReplyDelete
Oh the cutie pie. They are so interesting at this age and look into your eyes and listen to every word you say.ReplyDelete
And then the heartfelt smile that comes from an open innocent soul.
This is the best.
Outside our own families, I can't think of anything more endearing than babies and old friends...unless it be new friends.ReplyDelete
Your letter to Brynne was touching, her mother has a wonderful friend in you, Vicky!
Loved the last photo of mutual love!
Nothing like sorting your life out over lunch with a friend. To have someone to talk to and not to judge you, to support you and visa versa is a true friendship indeed both you and your friend are blessed to have each other. It's amazing where one diet coke and fries can lead.ReplyDelete
Very sweet and inspiring, a friendship that endures and grows as you both change and grow. The pictures are lovely, what a sweet baby.ReplyDelete
You make me feel warm and fuzzy so often when I visit you. Those pictures are wonderful to see.ReplyDelete
I love sleeping babies! They are just so peaceful!ReplyDelete