I’ve spent the last couple days with friends.
Which is different for me. Because my normal days are spent driving kids to gymnastics, bribing first graders to finish homework without whining and fixing dinner for a husband who comes home too late eat it. And even though I live with my favorite people, somehow I miss the friendship in the midst of the chaos.
So Friday I spent all day with with my best friends: My mom and dad, my girls and my husband. We spent all day in Yosemite Valley, hiking through the Mariposa Grove of Sequoias, walking up to the bases of the waterfalls, and taking the kids on the free tram around the valley. We walked through the Native American Village behind the visitor center, had ice cream at the lodge and got really bad coffee in Curry Village.
I watched my three-year-old dance on the top of a tree stump to the music in her head and my seven-year-old skip laughing down a forest path after she claimed she hated hiking. I held hands with my husband and talked with him about all the things I’ve been saving up for a few weeks.
I guess this is what vacation is. Spending time with the same people you normally spend time with, but seeing them in a different light. And sitting next to each other and not having to say anything at all.
Its learning how to become friends again.
