Thursday, January 24, 2008

Blast from the past

Last week one of my best friends from high school came to visit with her hubby and kids. Meg and I have kept up via email since going our separate ways after graduation. I sang at her wedding back in 2000, but have only seen her once since then, back in '01. So having her show up at my door with adorable Lucy (3yo) and precious Eddie (almost 2!) and her fun hubby Joel was a HUGE treat.

They were escaping the Minnesota tundra, and thankfully the rain we're having this week held off and allowed us a great day at the beach, the San Diego Zoo, and LegoLand. We played the Wii one night after the kids hit the sheets, and Meg and I got to compare parenting notes and talk books and writing and heaven only knows what else. And, bless their hearts, they withstood our zealous political rantings and even managed to appear interested at times. THAT is a good friend, I tell you what.

I think the best part for me, though, was seeing Abby make an honest-to-goodness friend. Well, two of them, really. I've never seen her play with other kids the way she played with Lu and Ed. I have to admit her introversion makes me sad sometimes, but it was so encouraging to see that she could indeed connect with other kids and have a good time--and be so into playing with them that she didn't mind when I left her in the care of Meg and Joel so I could take a shower. Typically she'd be in the bathroom with me and would freak out if I tried to leave her like that. But no, she happily ran around with them--and even TALKED to Joel a few times. Talk about personal growth! 'Course it's just our luck that she'd click with kids she probably won't see for years. *sigh* At least I know it *can* happen.

It's amazing to me that after so many years you can still click with someone. And man, thank you Lord for the Internet--instead of spending a week catching up on what our lives have been like for the last 7 years, we were able to just hang out and enjoy each other's company.

But now they're back to their St. Paul home, torn up as it is from renovations, and we're battling some wacky cough and fever combo that had Abby burning up at 105.8 yesterday afternoon. Thankfully she's doing much better now, even without Tylenol, and her appetite seems to have returned as she has just polished off a ton of sweet potato. Not my idea of comfort food, but hey, whatever floats your boat, right?