Today I had lunch with an old friend. Not that she is old, we have been friends a looong time. Since we were 10. That is 35 years.
We were best friends all through middle and high school. She is perfect. Her hair is the blonde, shiny, swingy kind I always covet.
She was voted best artist when we were seniors.
She looks good in clothes. She has impeccable taste. She can do everything; sew, garden, reupholster, build and I found out today, she can also can (food) And probably can-can, too. I forgot to ask.
Beside her I always felt furry and unfinished.
It wasn’t her fault I felt that way. She is unassuming, natural and seemingly unaware of how fabulous she is.
She was maiden of honor at my thrown together wedding.
I was maid of honor at her, totally styled by Beth, perfect wedding.
She did all of the flowers and even sewed her own gown, better than any designer.
My kids were the ring bearer and flower girl.
Then, life flies by. Even though we live 10 minutes apart, we never saw each other. Christmas cards with pictures of our kids. Then, after computers were invented, the occasional e-mail and promises to ‘get together’
You would think I would bump into her at the grocery store or post office at least once in all these years.
Last Friday, on my weekly lunch with Mia at the thrift store with a cafe, there she was, same as she ever was.
Today we met at the same place. It was really, really fun.
She is the same…perfect and beautiful.
I think I am different though. I didn’t feel furry and ruffled.
I think, finally, I am getting used to myself.