Yesterday I received an early-morning surprise e-mail from a local friend who's been on a marathon travel schedule this year -- three weeks in Bermuda, two weeks in Greece, a week in Wisconsin. I only pencil in her "at-home" dates in my calendar, because I know those numbers could change at any moment.
My friend had only a couple of days to spend at home before she would be packing up and flying off again. She asked if we could get together late in the afternoon at one of our favorite neighborhood watering holes to catch up on what had been going on in our lives.
I quickly cleared the decks of all other plans and showed up at the restaurant precisely at 4:30 p.m., confident that the next couple of hours would be chock-full of laughter, stories, looking at digital family photos, and sharing confidences.
My expectations were right on the mark.
After we joked on e-mail that we were not sure we'd recognize each other -- it's been weeks and weeks since we last met, in February -- as I strolled up to her table, we both shouted with delight and embraced like longlost sisters. Then we immediately ordered top-shelf margaritas, chips and guacamole, and proceeded to make up for lost time.
Yes, it's exciting to make new friends, but truly, reconnecting with old friends is just about one of the most joyful experiences I can imagine.