These days when I meet up with friends for dinner, things are just different.
We catch up on what’s going on in our lives.
We retell old stories that never get wear out. If it was embarrassing back then, it’s knee-slapping now.
We laugh at everything. So glad that our funny bones are still intact after 11 years.
We share drinks and we share food. We share hugs.
But we don’t ask to pass the salt or pass the pepper as much.
Instead, we ask, “Can you please pass the baby?”
I loved visiting with my high school friends last week. We had let too much time pass between the meals we’ve shared together. But the icing on the cake was seeing their babies for the first times, holding them and going on and on about how sweet they were. Yes, seeing my girlfriends was wonderful, but seeing them with their baby girls was even more wonderful.