they get better with age.

This weekend, the whole van-load of us, K, my mom, the girls and I decided to brave our first road trip of sorts. It was not one long stretch rather a day full of driving with breaks in between. The girls fared well and we ended our day with dinner plans with my friend Shankari.

Shankari and I go back a decade now. But we really became friends only over past few years. It’s interesting how physical proximity and similar life situations can forge bonds that did not exist before. As we entered her home,  wafts of delicious home cooked food greeted us as did tiny faces behind the porch screen. We were there a little over two hours talking, laughing, sharing toys, eating till we could burst and carrying home gifts of love and fond memories.

On our drive back, these words “friends are like wine, they get better as they age” kept circling in my head. As we grow and weather many life situations, our friends grow with us. They share in the ups and downs and stand as visual proof of the life we have led. Sitting across my friend in her kitchen with my mom on one side, the girls squealing and running in the other room, K and her hubby catching up on another sofa, it was a moment frozen in time for me. For not many years ago, it was just the four of us. Same rooms, same sofas now bearing witness to our changes.

It’s times like these that make me send thanks heavenward for all the blessings we have. Family, friends and love.

Mom to three. Open adoption advocate. Writer.

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