My childhood friends and I have gotten into the habit of just meeting at home, and doing anything and everything under the sun, and with or without kids. Gone are the partying days or even the quiet dinners out. Must be getting really old. We’ve reached that point in our lives that we relish in the simplest of get-togethers. We are not bothered by hovering waiters, neighboring conversations or ticking clocks signaling that we have to end our reunions soon. We could do away with dressing up or putting on makeup.
Caught up in our different routines and paces of our families, I am happy that we still get to do this at least twice a year. And it is really good that, like the best of friends, we always pick up where we last left off.
