I made the trek westward last weekend and nothing could have prepared me for the ridiculous joy of the collective shrieking that greeted me when the door opened.
It's like we never separated. We made sangria, watched movies, and picked up right where we left off.
Gift exchanges and family meals and catching up. My weekend was fabulous.
To me, that's what makes a true friendship. One that doesn't skip a beat. Distance doesn't stop a real friendship, but distance does make the heart grow fonder.
I am so happy.