Late(ly)

I wrote about my weekend getaway with my old roommates several months ago. I wanted to share a bit more. They are such special people, and the time with them meant so much. So yes, in some ways this post is late in coming, but then in others it is the perfect time for me to remember what makes a good friend, a good person, and what qualities I want to emulate as the Day of Love approaches.

The thing is we all still look pretty much the same. Eight years didn't seems to change much.

Rachel still dances late at night. Okay, who am I kidding, we all still dance and love those same ol' songs. But Rachel is willing to be the initiator, of both hard work and hard play, the one who does the dishes instantly, and the one who is constantly creating fun.

Coila still makes us laugh SOOO hard. She doesn't even have to try. That girl, and her trailer park accent and her love. She gave us all back massages during a movie. She stayed up talking with me until about three a.m., she has the most giving heart.

Emily looks exactly the same. She still makes me feel at ease. I'm not quite sure how to describe it. Something about her face, it just screams understanding and validation.

Kylee. She was my room, roommate all those years ago. She has always had the ability to make me think about more than myself. Nothing about that has changed. I think she gave us all so much to think about.

Finally, there is Cat. Of all of these women she is the one I knew the least then. The thing is, I didn't know I needed her as a friend. I didn't know that she would be perfect at comforting me when tears came or invaluable when I ran into an ex. She was the most unexpected part of the weekend.

Of course there are big things that have changed. I mean it was in that apartment that three of the six of us received our first kiss. Boy problems have long since passed for all of us. The trials are much deeper and just thinking about it makes me tear up a bit. But, I think the joy has changed and grown too. I, for one, would have taken that wonderful weekend for granted eight years ago. Not today. Not at all.

P.S. This is Wesley. He is Emily's little guy. He was so dreamy.

So lately, I've been thinking about all those feelings. I've been thinking about how important good friends are. How can I be a good one? How can I make sure my beehives have good ones? How can I be the best one to my husband? etc. I guess I'm just thinking about love and how each of these woman have taught me about all the different facets of it.