My friends are so very important to me as I have written about many times on this blog. And although we are in constant contact via text, there is nothing better than getting caught up on each other’s lives in person. Every get-together has a holiday feel to it, beginning when we schedule a date and time. As the day approaches, excitement builds and when it finally arrives, it’s a little like Christmas morning.
It’s the same anticipation and complete joy of wanting that shiny new bicycle and knowing without a doubt that it is under the tree waiting for you. Together you will balance each other out and keep each other upright, the wind in your hair during the wild rides, no matter how misguided and dumb they may be. You will share easy treks in comfortable silence. You will tackle the hills as one and when you reach the top, you are sure to enjoy the celebratory coast down the other side. And when you get into bed that evening, your face will hurt from all the laughter, face lines be damned.
Today is a Christmas morning for me. As I wait for my friend to arrive, the adult equivalent of impatiently begging my parents to get up, I am happy and grateful that this woman is in my life. And I hope she forgives me for comparing her to a bicycle.
