Today (and that would be the literal "today", not the figurative "today"...sheesh, now I'm paranoid...) Corrie and I are road-tripping a couple of hours away to visit with a couple of very dear old friends.
(And M and L, because I know you're reading this, let me clarify that I mean "old" as in "long-time", not "old" as in "aged", because we are of course still looking every bit of 20, aren't we, chickadees?)
I had a special bunch of friends in college. We met when we were 18 years old--a bunch of big-banged, starry-eyed sorority girls. We laughed and slept too much, and we surely studied not enough. But we stayed up late and we bared our souls. We cried and danced and talked and learned and cried some more. And I wouldn't trade that bunch of girls for anything.
We're official grown-ups now. We have husbands and children and mortgages and mini-vans. We live all over the place. And yet nothing has changed--maybe our eyes aren't as starry, and thank the stars above our bangs aren't as big, but we can still laugh and cry together til our sides hurt.
So I'm signing off the computer to go see two of those sweet girls today, and I'll be sighing with a little sadness that I can't see the rest of them. To the ones who are reading this (you know who you are!)...I miss you.
Y'all have a good day.
