friendship

I had this really good friend a few years back. We always had a BLAST together. Then we moved in together. You know how some people are meant to be great friends but just shouldn't live together? Yeah well, that was us. We moved out of that house almost five years ago and hardly said a word to eachother after that. Then, our mutual friend Davina got married a couple of years ago and we were both in the wedding. We started talking again. The men in our lives got along. She got excited when Renee was born. She understands that I've changed (it's pretty hard not to when you have a baby) and still treats me like she did years ago. We stopped in the cities on our way to my in-laws over Labor Day. We've been keeping in touch over email. This weekend, she and her boyfriend came up for a visit despite the fifty below temps. I made dinner and we just hung out and talked. We were going to play games and just ended up talking. For the first time since Renee was born, I didn't feel like an alien in a social situation. We stayed up until 2AM. We drank wine. And laughed. A lot. I haven't been up until 2AM since before I got pregnant. It was SO nice to feel human again. I was thinking all day yesterday about how weird friendships are. They ebb and flow. They go through transitions. There are periods when your friends change completely and the people that you hung out with all of the time yesterday are not the people that you hang out with today. But, what I'm learning the older I get and what I think is really neat about friendship is that the good ones always come back around. If they are your real friends, you may have slow periods and periods where you talk every few weeks. But they'll always come back. If they are for real. And that makes me happy.