Lately I haven’t been very good with keeping in touch with friends. Especially in the last few months. I don’t follow my blog-friends like I should. I haven’t made a point to get my friends out for a girl’s-night-out. I haven’t called and texted some friends. I rarely send out emails. It’s all so pathetic. But I’m overwhelmed with all the stuff I have to do, and it sounds like such a lame excuse. And as I start more intense battles, I know I need this people. Not just need, want. I miss them.
I miss them. I miss being with them or hearing from them. I miss knowing their lives. I miss being a part of their lives. I miss them.
And yet, the universe is shoving them back into my life.
Like the mom of a friend of Tornado S’s when he was in pre-kindergarten. She had a boy Tornado E’s age and a boy Tornado A’s age. And I loved her. And I saw her. Last week. At the preschool.
Our eyes lit up, and she hung up her cell phone.
Me and her: HEY!
And then we hugged.
Friend: I need another hug. I missed you!
Me: I missed you too!
Friend: You disappeared. And you were my friend.
Friend: I know. I almost started stalking you. I know where you live.
Me: I would look at your name in my phone and think God, that would be too weird to call her now after all these months.
Friend: Shut up! You have my number! I should’ve stalked you!
She hugged me again. Tight.
Friend: Call me. Don’t leave again.
Or take this last weekend when I saw my Favorite Freshman (from high school) in God-I-don’t-remember-years!
After hours of talking….
FF: Don’t walk out of my life again. I won’t let you.
With moments like these, I’m reminded what awesome people I know, and I’m going to work harder to keep them in my life.
Granted, I could really use that 36 hour day.