Something Old

There’s just something wonderfully comforting about old things.
I love my old piano – even if it only plays Mary Had a Little Lamb when pounded by my little ones’ right hand index fingers.



I adore my favorite old jeans – and though, it hasn’t happened yet, I am still working hard, looking forward to the day that I’ll be able to shimmy into them again.










My babies cuddle up to “old” blankies that they’ve had since birth.



These treasures are not worn out. They are worn in. Comfortable. Soothing. Just right.

I feel the same way about old friends. They know you, and still love you. Remember your silliness, but respect you still the same. They’ve been through your hardships, traveled the road with you, and helped you out the other side. They are the kind of friend you can sit down and pick right back up with. While I LOVE meeting and making new friends, I also cherish my old ones – spending time with them is like coming home after you’ve been on a long vacation. It’s easy. Comfortable. And just right.

This weekend, I got to spend a little time with a friend just like that, who now lives near D.C. It was so good to see and chat with Corinn – I hadn’t seen her since we visited with them in Boise four years ago. Everything has changed, and nothing has changed, all at the same time. Thanks for the memories girl! Let’s make some more!