It was the last weekend in June. The last weekend of the first half of the hardest year of my life.
For the first time in a long time I was actually looking forward to something. I was looking forward to seeing my friend H. I wrote about her a few weeks ago and how she is one of my favorite people.
She came in town for our sorority sisters baby shower. We spent Friday evening with two other girls (also sorority sisters) enjoying pizza and a few beers and just catching up and talking. It was so nice having her around. She is one of those people who listens. Really, really listens.
We talked about our lives now and where we want them to be and what we feared the most. We got out and walked in the hot and humid weather, enjoyed pedicures and spent time with our friends. It was exactly what I needed.
Its funny how in the last 10 years our talks have gone from who hooked up with whom, what house supposedly dirty rushed a prospective new member and upcoming dates parties to discussions about marriages, parental illness and our own plans for motherhood.
Its so nice to have a friend that you know no matter what will always be with you. Even if we have to drive 90 minutes to see each other!
I just hope that I can be half the friend to her that she is to me.