I missed a particular pair of friends and so we gathered at Perkins in Middletown for brunch as we have for years. Ah. It is the equivalent of putting on your favorite old jeans; you feel good, comfortable and at ease.
No pretense. No need to impress. The conversation flows and we each take a turn letting it out, listening, nodding, offering advice or a different point of view. Our children are grown or growing and while we may be at different phases of parenting, it's still parenting and we worry, compare notes and reassure each other that what we are doing is perfectly fine.
Here is a peek at our meals:
Ham and Swiss Omelette with Breakfast Potatoes
Side order of French Toast
Country Eggs Benedict (minus cheese) - poached eggs over biscuits with sausage and gravy
A Veggie Scramble (with real eggs please), bacon, potatoes and toast
I listen, ask questions, eat, talk, laugh and make jokes. I feel myself recharging as my craving is satisfied. We do not talk every day, or even every week, but what we have is a solid foundation I can depend on. Fulfilling. They have taught me that hugs aren't so bad after all and it has become our greeting and parting sign of affection. They are my friends and we keep each other Fed Well.