A lifetime actually.
Childhood friends remind you of a time that is often forgotten about most days. A time when we played hopscotch & took dance lessons. A time when we played in sandboxes & rode our bikes for most of the day. When sleepovers were still something we were scared of & big brothers played mean pranks on us. A time when we walked to school in packs, we worried about acne and desperately just wanted to fit in.
On this particular evening, we determined that it had been 8 years since the three of us had last sat in a room together & yet somehow those years melt away in an instant as we start conversation & begin to catch up on each others lives.
We reminisced about the usual stuff, whatever ever happened to so & so, remember when we….? What struck me most as we were sitting there chatting, was the life history that I share with these ladies. A history that represents some of the most vulnerable periods of our lives.
No matter how much times passes, it still fills me joy to chat with these childhood friends. In doing so, we are taken on a journey where we are reminded of a period in our life when our parents were young & vibrant, when life appeared less complicated, although it certainly felt complicated at the time.
I am so grateful to have remained in contact with these girls and to still have the opportunity to connect now & again to remind us of days gone by. Although our lives have taken us on separate journeys, a simple get together takes us back to the giggling young girls we used to be.
I hope that you too, have the benefit of sharing with lifelong friends. Friends that remind you of the little girls we once were, the awkward teenagers we managed to rise from, despite our misgivings about making it to adulthood, and the beautiful women that we have become.
My wish is that we are still sharing our lives in our old age & that our memories are in tact enough to remember our story:) Love you girls for all of our yesterdays, our todays & our tomorrows♥