Girl Talk

You can go through life without something for so long that you become accustomed to its absence. That’s the way I’ve been for five years; tooling along through my 20s sans one of my most important BFFs by my side.

But I’m hoping to rectify the situation.

Keri and I became instant cohorts in the 5th grade and we stayed thick as thieves until our senior year of high school when the winds of change blew too strong to keep us together. But we reconnected in college and fell back in step, back in tune as if not a day had passed.

In our mid 20s life happened once again and we drifted apart — always connected by the occasional e-mail — but our hearts were no longer in sync.

Then, last week, as documented in my post “My Golden Girls," I felt this overwhelming need to reach out. And I did. And Keri did. And we met for lunch, shopping and girl talk yesterday afternoon.

“I can’t believe you’re a mom!” Keri said upon meeting Coop for the first time.

“I can’t believe you’re here!” I replied, watching her ooh and coo as Coop batted his eyelashes and flashed her his famous grin.

And with that we launched into a 4-hour conversation that never ceased, not through lunch, bottles, diaper changes, shoe shopping and strolling around. We fell back in step, back in tune, as if not a day had passed.

Then we pinky swore to do it again.

We both crave the girl talk (even with the boy in our midst).

-smell you later-
Coop’s Mom (aka Tessa)