Old Friends

My mother, Ainsley and I had lunch with an old friend of mine yesterday. Maren and I are both guiltly of losing touch with one another, but we were once very close. We spent a large part of our middle school and high school years at one another's homes and I think each felt at home with each other's family. Despite the number of years its been, it is amazing how you can sit down with an old friend and talk for hours like it was just last week that you last spoke. I think that is a sign of someone who has been a true friend to you. I pray that Ainsley has many friends in her life like Maren, and I pray even more that she's better at keeping in touch with them than I have been. Since we hadn't spoken in several years, Maren and I had no clue that we were both pregnant at the same time. She has a precious little boy named Carson who is about 7 weeks younger than Ainsley. Now that we know just how short of a drive we have to make to see each other, I hope that we will get together more often.