This weekend I discovered one of those rare and amazing moments when time actually stands still. Or at least as close to still as I will ever get.
My friend Renee, who I met in 8th grade and who has been the friend I've had the longest, and I decided to catch up. Now, it has been well over a year since we have talked and heard each others voice. We have exchanged an email or message here and there but, seeing that we are both working moms with a lot going on and an entire country between us it's hard to find time. Cue the lightning flash.
And the greatest thing when her and I do make contact is that time for how ever long I talk with her slows down and I feel like a rush of fresh air floods my lungs and clears my head. It's not like she's miles away in Pennsylvania. I feel like she's right in the room with me and no time has passed. At least until we fill each other in on all the things in our lives that have transpired over the months and years.
Then that's when a twinge of guilt hits and I feel like crap for not calling sooner.
No matter the time though, as we sit and talk it's like time has taken its own break and for the brief moment that we have we can breath a sigh of relief and relax into our time together. No kids demanding attention, no dishes needing to be washed that minute, and no errands to run. Just time that is ours. For how few and far between these moments are, I will cherish every one of them and welcome them with open arms.
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