My Texas adventures were pretty fun. I actually got a little nervous before I left about what I should wear so that my friend wouldn’t laugh at me and whether we’d have enough to talk about. But once I got to Dallas and my friend and I started talking in the car, I realized I was underestimating my friendship because she wouldn’t have cared what I wore, and I don’t think we ever would have run out of fun things to talk about. Even though we hadn’t seen each other for two or three years, being together was just easy. Like me, she’s someone who can talk a mile a minute, and she interrupts me just as much as I interrupt her. We have the same sense of humor and just get each other.
She is going to come up here for a weekend a few months after the new baby is born, which I am already looking forward to. Hopefully I will be getting at least a few hours of consecutive sleep by then so that I’m not a totally insane person.. But I know she’ll love me anyway.
One of the reasons I went to visit my friend was to meet her seven-month old daughter. She was super cute and really smiley. It was so strange to be hanging out with a baby and yet be able to sit in the same place for an hour and have a conversation. I forgot what that was like. And we could take the baby everywhere we went, and she just stayed in her baby carrier and looked around at all the new stuff. So nice! Yay for small babies! But it was also nice when H and B came to pick me up at the airport, and B said, “Hi, Mommy. Mommy on airplane! High in the sky! Monkeys swinging in trees! Monkeys jumping on the bed!”
Monkeys on a bed! I’m so happy for you R! Best of both worlds.
Hope you and all are well. Thanks for the kind words on the blog. It means a lot.
I have been thinking of you.
And it doesn’t concern you in the least that H had your yard and bedrooms filled with monkeys while you were gone? Because clearly that’s what B was trying to convey there, right? :p
No, we fill the house with monkeys every weekend.
Glad you had such a nice time! I always think that’s the true test of a “real” friend – if you can go without seeing (or even speaking to) them for several years and just pick up where you left off.
I was worried we had both changed, but if we did, it was in the same way, so it worked out great!