A Sparkling Party. Musing on friendships — again.
Friendship.
It doesn’t know distance or time.
Back in August when school started, I started running (literally) with a younger crowd.
Having children in the high school, elementary school and primary school, I have a wonderful group of friends.
But this running group introduced me to an even younger group. Women with babies and preschoolers.
Just writing “preschooler” exhausts me.
Last night a bunch of these women, I didn’t know four months ago got together for a dinner and cheapo-sparkly jewelry swap.
We all brought a piece of jewelry and then proceeded to swap the boxes around. Then we did the old pick-a-number-and-steal-a-gift-if-you-want-to game.
Since I only play these things once a year, I forget how it goes. I drew number 20 which was the best I could do – other than number one.
Jill was number one and this was the coveted bracelet she traded last minute for.
My prize. (Just to be clear it was the ring on the right. The one on the left was my grandmother's.)
We had a great night.
Even if you lived in the same spot for over a decade, there are tons of nice folks to get to know. And I’ve grown quite fond of these younger women Tebow and I run with each morning.
Yep — even after partying hard last night — we showed up in the parking lot for a run this morning.
Okay. We didn’t party hard.
What does mean anymore? If I knew I’d probably be terrified.
It was cold this morning….and we still showed.
The younger gals, Tebow and I. And that made me happy.
Do you have friends of all different ages? Real friends — not just acquaintances.
(Not that intergenerational acquaintances are to be discouraged.)
