Tonight, we had a dinner: three moms and three daughters.
The mom’s could have talked all night, if we had let them.
We daughters could have talked all night, if one of us hadn’t had to get to bed for an early morning and long day tomorrow.
When we switched to any combination of us talking to one another, the conversation hit a new seemingly infinite possibilities for continuing all night.
In short, it was a dinner of friends.
I have felt for a while now that there is always something that can be said with friends… yes, silence is comfortable, but it is only there when wanted…, otherwise, there is always something new and exciting to be discussed – friends often can hardly wait to share about this or that, and they love listening to the this or thats of one another, and they always inspire new this and thats for one another to share…
With non-friends, we run out of things to say, and then sit in odd silence (which is in great contrast to the comfortable silence that can occur among friends).
And tonight was a night of friends, despite the fact that I’d only met the one mother-daughter once, and my mom hadn’t met them before tonight.
There’s something about friends that doesn’t necessarily have to do with time… more a matter of connection, I guess it is…
I’m not sure we three daughters could have been much different from one another on paper…, but we connected so comfortably, that we might as well have been friends for years.
Yes, it was a very good night.
I love true friends.