There is nothing like seeing an old friend. I have a very dear friend who lives in Houston, Texas. We don't see each other a lot. We don't keep in touch a lot. But time and distance doesn't seem to matter when we finally get to see each other. Usually it's when he's blowing in the wind through town in 24 hours for a conference. Like tonight.
David and I have been friends since high school. We've known each other for almost 25 years. That is so crazy to put that number on it. How can it possibly be that long?
So today the wind shifted and blew through our town with our friend. It's been two years but it could have been yesterday. What a great two hours of chatting and laughing and catching up on our lives. Our daughter woke up long enough to flash him a brilliant smile.
The best part of our story is that while we have been friends for so long, he and my husband met just about 8 years ago and they formed their own friendship before we started dating. And now, he is our friend and that is just great.
We love when the wind blows in our friend to see us.
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