Muses

Some are silver and the other gold.

There aren’t many things in life that take over 20 years to develop.

Twenty-six years to be exact.

I had to recount (on my fingers) to make sure that number was right.

I went to Atlanta today for lunch with a friend.

A friend who makes me smile. One who made me smile 26 years ago when she asked if I wanted to share a room in her house in Decatur. First year law students, my intial roommate had transfered after the first set of finals. I was stuck in an apartment way off by my lonesome and not very happy.

So when Deborah approached me about moving in with her the next year I thought, she looks nice. And I’m tired of going back to the old stinky apartment by myself.

So she made me smile through the hell of law school.

I smiled at her wedding…and

I smiled a few years later when I held her baby girl.

Here’s another smile. Her baby grew up and is now a freshman at college in the same class and same school as my son.

Literally a floor and two rooms apart. (At least we mums hope so.)

How did that happen?

I needed a new outfit for a trip and most importantly after this month of seismic emotional change in my life, I needed a smile.

Well, I didn’t find a new outfit for me. Bought a few sassy Atlanta things for my daughter.

But I smiled a lot over lunch.

Sorry for the posed shot, but the waitress was making me tense because she seemed to be wanting us old broads to move along for the lunch crowd.