It’s just the three of us. No husbands, no kids. We talk and laugh about nothing in particular, soaking up a lazy afternoon, savouring the creamy cheese on crisp nachos, relishing the warm garlic bread, digging into a sinful chocolate bomb, oblivious of the others in the restaurant… We exist for a few hours in a warm circle of comfort and companionship.
It’s just the five of us. No fathers or mothers. Just four giggling girls and me, the chaperone. They talk about nothing in particular, laughing and giggling, slurping on their noodles, their eyes and bodies dancing to the glorious childhood that bubbles out of them, oblivious of the others in the restaurant… They exist for a few hours in a warm circle of fun and friendship.
Go ahead, give yourself a time out — you deserve it.
Here’s to friends. *clink*