You Can't Make Old Friends

It was our turn to host the Vikings and their visiting auld acquaintance today, who is their best chum but who I spent a lot of time with at uni, whose husband's siblings the Don was in school with, who got married the same year we did, and who we haven't seen for oooh, probably six years and five? children.  And while the daddies were put in charge of the kids, the mamas went out and enjoyed some 'me' time, which meant no faces to wipe, no hands to clean, no one else's food to cut up and no interrupted conversations over lunch.  Bliss.

The kids swam and swam and swam all afternoon then played and played and played then ate and ate and played and ate, and all in all were exhausted by the end of the day.  And it was just so nice for us adults to sit out in the cool evening sun, watch the kids play and catch up on life and family and other auld acquaintances, despite the years that we've missed.  As a Viking pointed out last time, and the Weegie did this time, there's just something different about conversation when you've known each other for a good long time (in this case 15 years minimum), and my tuppeny worth, when that's through your uni/dating/young-married life as you become a lot of who you are today.

We actually got all seven of them!  The Weegie wans were still in Scotland.