I went out for drinks and apps with a good friend tonight to celebrate my birthday. After what feels like weeks of rain bracketing a mini heat wave, it was absolutely perfect weather-wise to sit on the deck, sipping beer and eating nachos and fried catfish and mussels. It was the kind of night that makes me wonder why I don't go out more often.
We were there for a little over three hours, and for probably half of that time we talked about Henry, about what happened when he died, what she remembered, what stood out to her, what I remembered, what I couldn't remember or what was fuzzy.
And here's the thing: it wasn't depressing at all. I love having conversations like these. (Not the experience that led to this conversation, but that, given that experience, the conversation happened.) It was not what I expected of my birthday outing, and yet it was what I needed right now.
Sounds like a good evening. Good friends who can talk easily like that are worth their weight in gold.happy Birthday x
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday! That sounds like a most perfect night out. And I'm with you--it's refreshing to talk with friends who aren't weird about my girl. Cheers--to so many things.
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I'm having more and more of these moments now, too. I guess that is what the passage of time does. Softens the edges for us.
ReplyDeleteI'd love to share nachos and beer with you one day.
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This sounds like a very fine birthday celebration indeed. I'm so glad this conversation came up naturally, that you were able to have it, that it felt right.
ReplyDeleteAnd I hope the beer and nachos were delicious.