March 17, 2017 (day 17)
One of my favorite sayings having moved is that “it takes a long time to grow old friends”. So when some of those old friends come to visit, you spend the evening visiting and catching up. Eating dinner and washing dishes. Pause for a stroll and then a bowl of ice cream. Not really thinking about responsibilities or even this lovely Lenten exercise.
We will play and fit in some sightseeing and just sharing what this new backdrop looks like. Stop and start conversations that will range from lighthearted to nitty gritty life stuff. Recipes and music. Philosophy and fitness. The tribe I wrote about has come to town and may even meet some of the new tribe on my path.
And there is something so amazingly tender about the people you raise your kids with. Even when you have lots of common interests that have NOTHING TO DO WITH KIDS. Like the people you grow up with, only this part is the parenting growing up chapter. And then there are those lovely people they have raised and are raising. And mine too. The fast forward reality of days that seemed to linger. Or sometimes not move fast enough. I showed up prepared to post a “Baked Christmas Morning Oatmeal” recipe, thinking I didn’t have anything to say. Say yes. Show up. I’ll fill you in on the recipe. Old friends or oatmeal…