There’s snow on the forecast for tonight.  We’ve run our errands – and most importantly of all, gotten coffee.  And more sparkling water (we realized last night we were down to our last four cans … which for us is danger danger low).  So now we’re home, about to take Lucy for a nice long neighborhood walk and get settled in for the snow.

While we were out and about (basically driving  around some back roads while we sipped our hot beverages) we got on the subject of Baker.  Baker is one of husby’s closest friends and I have known him since almost the beginning of husby and me.  Last summer I finally met his wife and she’s amazing.  Of course she is, she couldn’t be anything else.  I joked for a long time that she didn’t exist because it was over a decade before I met her but she does and she lives up to all the hype.  Of course she does.  She’s Baker’s other half and he’s just a really great guy.

Anyway.  Husby ended up calling and we chatted for a little.  Hopefully we will see them soon — the house in Bellefonte is (obviously) much closer to Pittsburgh than Downingtown ever will be and it makes seeing our Pittsburgh friends easier.

It made me think about friendship.  Mine, husby’s …. Ours.

I have several amazing female friends but I don’t have many.  I used to feel self-conscious about that because shouldn’t I have more?  Wasn’t friendship like life — more is clearly better?  But the older I get and the more time I notch on my belt in this life, the more I inherently understand that the friendships I have — with my husband first and foremost but also with the women I call sisters — are what make life sweet, worthwhile and full.  And I don’t need a million of them, I only need a few really good ones.

Both husband and I are very lucky in our friendships.  With our chosen people, the ones we share our time and our thoughts with.  They are our family, our people.  Our safety net.  And we are very lucky.

I’d write more but I have gotten interrupted a million times (Lucy is very persistent) and now I’ve completely lost my train of thought.  Ooof.

Xox, g