Southern Company

A couple weeks ago my dear friend from college (and former roommate), Paige, was in town for a visit. It had been ages since we had seen each other, ten years we estimated. Far too long. She had come into town last year about the same time but Mr Blue Eyes was just a few weeks old and we couldn't make a reunion work. 

But hell or high water, we were finally getting our kids together. 

We took the kids to this cute little splash park that had the cutest little zero entry pond. It was hot and the kids were in heaven. 

My Brown Eyed Girl was of course adventurous, climbing rocks and scurrying around with out a care in the world. 

Mr Blue Eyes, content on a rock. Just hanging out.

They also had this little fountain area that was a little more everyone's speed. 

Hey Mr Blue Eyes, pull up your shorts!

Kai was soaking in all the commotion.

Aren't those little Crocs the cutest?

Are you taking notes Mr Blue Eyes? Do you see him? He's walking, running, frolicking in the water. And he's not that much older than you.

My kids like crawling.

After the splash park we ventured out with three very, very tired kids to lunch - out to lunch. It's amazing we made it out of there alive! They really were pretty good considering... there was an incident with a full side of ranch, something about milk and mini shrieking contest.

We loaded the kids back up in the car and we headed back to where they were staying. All three were asleep before we even made it out of the parking lot. 

We chatted with ease like old times and when we arrived at our destination we realized that as moms we really didn't get to visit very much at the park or at lunch. We were too busy chasing kids around. 

We laughed.

We stayed in the car talking for over an hour while our kids slept. I left the car running, air conditioning on, and I probably wasted a quarter tank of gas. But it was worth it. It was worth sitting there with an old friend talking about life. Talking about marriages, motherhood, mortgages and how much we missed each other. Mmmmm it was great. 

How different our conversations were from ten years ago.

How much we had changed as women. 

And yet, we were happy to know that even after ten years, two different roads traveled, we could still sit and talk like not a moment had passed between us. Like two girls in flannel pajamas sipping wine coolers and watching Sex and the City on cable. 

I must make it to Atlanta!