There is something special about dinner with old friends.
Friends who knew you “before kids”.
We used to talk about jobs and pastimes…now we talk about poop and tantrums.
We used to go to movies and lay idly on the beach…now we splurge on dinner while the babysitters clock ticks.
But the stories…oh, the stories.
The oldies…ones that have been told over and over…and we still laugh about.
The newbies…about babies and family pictures and sleep deprivation.
The waiter fills our water glasses again and again…our lives put on hold for a few short hours as we sit and talk and laugh…
A little bit older than the day we met? Sure.
A few more gray hairs…a few more wrinkles.
Seeing how far we have come.
Looking ahead to where we are going.
Together.
Old friends.
Lifetime friends.
