Twenty-five and a half years ago one of my three best friends in the world moved away from me. She went off to college. She came home the first summer but when she went back for her sophomore year she didn't come back home again except for visits.
We kept in touch with letters. We called (ouch--the phone bills!) Eventually we had email. Then facebook and texts.
We were able watch each other's kids grow up from photos on facebook.
And it was good.
But not good enough.
Yesterday I got to spend a little over four hours with my friend and her family.
Time melted away.
We were two kids in high school again. Nevermind the husbands sitting in the next room. Or the flurry of kids running around the house.
We got to crowd eleven people around the table and share a meal. . .the first time we had done that in almost seventeen years.
Good food. Good conversation. Good times.
She made me laugh. I was still smiling hours after they left.
And best of all, we have a promise to not let ten years pass before we meet up again.
Because even though our modern forms of communication are great, nothing quite compares with being able to sit down at a table and share a meal with good friends.
That is priceless.
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