There’s something special about old friends, those kids I grew up with that have somehow turned into adults with families of their own.
They are comfortable.
They know my good, bad, and ugly, so there’s no explaining.
They get it.
It’s like having family in my house, not “guests”.
They wake up earlier than me, make a pot of coffee, and don’t speak to me until they’ve poured some down my throat.
It’s like the good old days, only now it’s new.
Because there’s more of us.
Left to keep the fun going for another generation.
Because despite our protests, we’re growing up.
And I think that’s ok, because we’ll be friends for life.
Do you still get together with old friends?
Tell us about them.