Frequent readers of this blog will know that I grew up in a suburban cul-de-sac with a bunch of kids, and that among those kids were Carrie and Lizzie. 30+ years on, they are the kind of friends that you can go without seeing for a year and then just pick right back up where you left off. There is great comfort to me in this history, in a friend who knows the little girl who stomped home from a slumber party in the middle of the night or control-freaked an entire neighborhood musical production, and yet still takes calls from the woman that kid grew up to be.
One of the things I love most about being back in Minnesota is the nearness of these friends and the chance to let our kids get to know each other, though they are all already older than we were when I first moved to Hazel court. Earlier this month, we had them all over for dinner. The kids, who are ages 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, and 7, had a grand time, and the grown ups decided to make it a regular event. Looking forward to the November get together, and already wishing we'd decided to go monthly instead of every other.
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