Days of Thanksgiving: Eleven

11. I am thankful for old friends. I was able to go out to dinner with three of my oldest friends this weekend and it was food for my soul. I miss our late night conversations and plentiful time to sit and share. I miss the days when getting together was effortless and frequent. While we all promised nothing would ever interfere with our relationship, life always does. It's one of the hard truths of growing up. Whether it be the responsibility of taking care of our children, demanding jobs, or family obligations, we just don't get to see each other as much as we would like.

This weekend though, while enjoying a delicious meal and plenty of drinks, we laughed and talked. We reminisced and shared our new lives with each other. It was beautiful.