Today I met an old friend for lunch. We have been friends since our freshman year of college. We lived in an apartment together in Philadelphia for four years. We lived in the same room in our sorority house for a year. We were in each other’s weddings. We have spent countless hours together over the years. Now it takes a carefully calculated manipulation of nap times and bottles for us to even be able to have lunch together.
It only takes moments for me to remember why she is my friend and be grateful for the friendship that we have. As new mothers, we both understand that our friendship can’t possibly be the same as it was in the past. It has to change as our lives change. And yet, some parts of it will never change. I hope to always look back at our memories fondly while enjoying the friendship as it stands today.