I'm still smiling every time I think about the weekend.
Not because the sun was shining. Not because the in-laws had the children and we got to go to Melbourne alone.
This weekend we caught up with a group of friends we don't see often enough.
And it was great.
And we walked.
And we shopped (a little)
And we talked (a lot)
And laughed so much my non existent tummy muscles are aching.
These are special friends
The ones we met after Uni, before kids, in that window of time when we had a little money, a lot of freedom and anything seemed possible.
We holidayed together, played in bad mixed netball teams all together, had parties, bought houses, loved life. Then we started having babies. We bought bigger houses. We walked and beached and holidayed and shared our lives like family.
And then we all moved away. Felt the pull of family, the need to return home to raise our families.
And so we live far apart. We don't see each other nearly enough. We promise to email, to phone, to keep in touch and then find we learn more in the Christmas letter than we knew. And yet....ten minutes together, everyone talking at once, a few old jokes and it feels like we've never been apart.
This is the family we chose.
These are friends for life.
And we promise to do it again soon (maybe)
...but know in our hearts it won't matter how long it is.