This morning I apologized.
I apologized to my friend Melissa for not meeting her at that rock on Bull Creek we're agreed to meet and eat our Chick-Fil-A. She was quite forgiving that I got distracted and missed our chicken rock date. In real life she was a little more perturbed and asked how I dared to leave her waiting. Dream Emily has some real nerve.
I've been editing photos all day, listening to a Ben Rector album I discovered and found his song "Old Friends." Here's a tid bit.
No one knows you like they know you
And no one probably ever will
You can grow up, make new ones
But truth is there's nothing like old friends
'Cause you can't make old friends
This song perfectly touches that nostalgic feeling my subconscious was focused on last night. That or I'm really just craving Chick-Fil-A. I actually wrote about it on my Instagram yesterday. That feeling of "the good old days" and the people playing center stage in your memories. How we crave simpler times.
But thinking about the days and people I miss makes me realize all my days are days I'll miss. Every day is a gift. And every detail of every day is a highlight. Like Bowie laying on my feet right now. Like a box of half eaten Tiff's Treats in my pantry. Like photos to edit in Lightroom and plans for dinner later tonight. Like the glass on my desk, half full of water with lemon. Lots of gifts. Rich beyond my dreams now, rich beyond my dreams back then, too.
So this one's for all my old friends. You only get old friends by getting old, right?
Momo, Chick-Fil-A at Bull Creek the next time I'm in Austin?
Subscribe to my email list and let's be old friends?