Saturday night we had dinner with friends. They are old friends of mine.
I had a great time.
I love old friends.
I like new friends too, don’t hear me wrong.
But old friends are so great, because you don’t have to impress them. You don’t have to talk about the weather.
You can straight-out tell them what you’re having a hard time with. You aren’t trying to impress them. You can talk with gelato in your mouth.
You can laugh about things at the dinner table that new friends would never talk about, out loud.
I was honored to spend time with these friends Saturday night. We see each other in email inboxes and text messages and social media all the time, but nothing is better than an in-person laugh, a hug, and an “I love you,” on a Town Center street corner before you part ways.
I need my friends.
Sometimes I forget this. What, in my independence, and lists and workaholism, and all.
The truth is, I think it was easier to make real friends when I was younger. When we were in school or in church together. When we weren’t bogged down with our own responsibilities.
It’s harder as an adult, to justify the time spent with a friend. I don’t know if you’re like me, but I make time for work, for church, for taking care of my home, even for the gym.
But I let time with friends get the boot too easily, and too often.
It’s only when I experience that life and laughter together that I remember, oh yeah… I do like people. It is worth making plans and getting ready and spending money on dinner.
Real friends make life better.