Saturday was lovely, and Sunday was spent doing very little but recovering from it. It was a cold, rainy day - the kind best lived with a pot of hot tea, a good book and a comfy blanket. I enjoyed the peace of my sister-in-law's house. Babygirl was very quiet, enjoying a read and some music. Both my niece and nephew were all but invisibly involved in quiet activities. But my sis-in-law had to work.
We enjoyed the morning together, taking a foray to a produce shop for ingredients for a wonderful squash soup, and then she left. I expected to be asleep when she got home, but after a long peaceful day I was oddly wakeful, so....
She came home. We had wine. We took a few hours to catch up and de-stress, reliving the traumatic moments of her father's recent illnesses, her search for a new tenant, the relief that my nephew wasn't hurt in what was, really, a pretty bad car accident, and her pride in her new-to-her vehicle.
We haven't, either one of us, had a lot of girlfriend time in the past year. We have, both of us, aging parents, growing children, jobs and endless responsibilities. Add the unexpected, the unpredictable, and the unimaginable and you've got the sum of our lives.
Some conversations are moments outside of time. They expand our hearts, calm our minds, and renew our spirits. Hope and balance are temporarily restored, and security in the knowledge that we do no walk our paths alone.
So what if we didn't go to bed until the wine was gone?