Several weeks ago I met up with some college friends at another friend’s house. We gathered in her new kitchen, with its gorgeous stretches of granite, and caught up over margaritas.
Several hours passed in a blink as we chatted and basked in each other’s company.
It’s a small group of friends, one that doesn’t get together as often as we might wish, but every time we gather, it’s like being back in college, full of enjoyment, laughter, and the easy comfort of old friends.
At the end of the night, we piled into our cars and headed back to our respective homes. At the intersection a few blocks from my friend’s house, our group of cars split off, me to the right, a couple going straight, and another to the left.
I was struck by the moment. As we’ve grown up, changed from those giggly college freshmen, we’ve headed off in different directions. But every once in a while, for a few moments, our different directions bring us all to the same place at the same time. And as brief as those moments are, I cherish them.