We were both very active in school activities and were Girl Scout leaders, so we enjoyed a lot of hours volunteering together. Then in 4th grade her daughter switched schools, and we saw a lot less of each other. For a while, we’d get together once a year around Christmas time to have dinner with the girls. It was lovely. Then the girls got older and busier and by the time they were in high school, just she and I were getting together for dinners. Occasionally too much time would pass between dinners, but we were always able to pick up right where we left off. We had a couple of favorite restaurants where we’d meet, look at the menu for a good hour, wave off the waiter at least a few times, “sorry, we’re still looking at the menu…” and then we’d finally order the same thing we ALWAYS ordered there. I could tell you, for example, if we went to Winston’s tonight, we’d spend an hour “deciding” and then she’d get the Homemade Chicken Salad and I’d have the Sesame Seared Tuna Salad. We may or may not have dessert, and definitely wine, probably two glasses each, which would have totally worn off before we had to drive home, because after we stayed till the restaurant closed, we’d stand in the parking lot continuing our conversation for an hour or more. Happens. Every. Time.
Such an overwhelming feeling of gratitude, to be able to have helped someone else (even indirectly) run their first race! Also, one woman was supposed to run but was sidelined with a running injury – she tripped and broke her ankle! “I’m here because of you, too!” We laughed—she was reading too many of my accident-prone posts!!
After that race, we did a color run with a huge group of friends. It was mostly a messy, color-coated walk, because the course was on a farm, and, you know, me… prone to tripping. But it was so much fun!