It has been many seasons since I called a friend and asked if they could just come out and play. I have determined that this is a habit we should never end.

Last year, I started calling my dear friend Nancy for last-minute photography adventures. Or maybe she called me. At this stage in my life, spontaneity has earned a back seat to bath time and homework, pickup times and doctor’s appointments, as it should. I love my children and I’m so thankful for the tedious moments I have with them. (Having an oldest off at college will give you that sudden thankfulness for the nearness that the dependency of little ones bring). 

 

But on the rare evening that everything settles into place and there is a full moon expected to make an extraordinary display, a friend to chase the sunset with is a gift that I vow to never take for granted.

 

As the sunset faded in front of us, we turned to see the moon take flight. We giggled and tried to cross the road, trying to look like photographers instead of gangly tourists. 

 

In Between comparing camera settings, we updated each other on children and parents. We discussed politics and left that for another day. We talked about menus and trips and clothes and books. 

 

We observed the moon settle in the sky, ready to keep watch over us all, and drove home to our families. We sat in comfortable silence on the way home, just soaking in a cherished friendship that can withstand the weeks and months we don’t get to see one another.

I’m so thankful for a friend that can come out and play.