we actually went out yesterday for pleasure. no doctor’s visit, no grocery shopping, no vet, no post office, no fedex, no petsmart/walmart/target/cvs. instead we got all dolled up (to the best of our ability) and met our dear friend s____ w____ for lunch at the hotel laguna.
we wouldn’t have gone there for lunch had not been for c__________ s_______‘s lovely gift to m. and i for our 30th anniversary back in june, but there we were, beach-side with our dear friend, getting caught up on all the news that was fit to print (and much that wasn’t, but you won’t find me sharing those details with you.)
we snorted and giggled and oohed and aahed and looked deeply at each other as friends do who only see each other a few times a year–that deep soul-searching look you give people you love as you discern their truth (not that they’re lying to you, but that you want the subtext as well as the conversation. you do understand what i’m saying, don’t you?)
after lunch and good-byes, m. and i walked down to the beach and enjoyed a few minutes in the cool, crisp ocean air with strangers and seagulls, dogs and magnolia trees, sunshine and waves crashing, and reveled (yes, we reveled, you do too, admit it) in the knowledge that we have friends who love us just as we love them.