I was having dinner with some friends the other night and there was a table full of older women sitting nearby, talking and laughing and generally having a great time. I said to my friends, “We’ll be just like that when we’re older…oh…wait….they’re about the same age as we are!” Yep, we’re old, and still having a great time together. Some of my friends I’ve known since babyhood because our mothers were friends. Some since the age of five or grade school, some I met in high school, or when my boys were babies, yet we’re always surprised we’re any older! We know each other so well and have been there for each other through every kind of life event, both wonderful and miserable. Even when we haven’t seen one another for a while, we just pick up the conversations where we left off, and it seems like no time has passed at all.
We talk a little more about our ailments, aches and pains than we used to, even though we swore we would never do that. And we commiserate about getting older because, lets face it— getting older is not for the faint of heart. But who would understand that better than the women who’ve known you since you set up lemonade stands together, experimented with you learning how to put on makeup, were there for all the different I’m Serious, This Is The One Love Of My Life and consequent break ups, marriages, divorces, children, deaths—— what would we do without our friends??! Honestly— how would we get through everything??
After the dinner, I sat in the car and waited for my friend to get safely into her apartment, joking all the while through the open car window. As I watched her fumbling for her keys, limping up the steps with her bad knee, laughing, I remembered her leaping out of my car with her book bag and her hockey stick, taking the stairs two at a time, laughing. My heart almost exploded with the love I feel for all my good old friends!