Tonight I had dinner with a friend I've known for twenty years. Twenty. Years. I'm a little freaked out by the fact that I'm old enough to have people in my life whom I've known for so long. Anyone I've known longer, it's because of parental or familial connections - she's the last of the friends I picked on my own, way back in middle school. Being with her tonight, it was like crossing a bridge...I wasn't sure how well it would've held after all this time, but my worry was needless - we picked up where we left off. There are large gaps in our knowledge of each other - life has thrown us both curve-balls since we were last close - but there's still a love and connection there that keeps us joined together.
Twenty years. Our history spans all of middle and high school, two marriages, one divorce, five pregnancies, two miscarriages (one late-term), a dozen boyfriends, a million dreams, countless nights under the stars in some local park waxing poetic about where we've been and where we're going. Twenty years. The entire time it took for us to become who we are.