We've been friends for many years now, I think fifteen at the end of summer, but we've never really traveled together. I mean we've had overnights at each other's houses back in the day. Those were usually filled with alcohol and trouble though and it was always more about the breakfast the next day to defeat the mighty hangover. I moved away for a few years trying to find myself after my nasty divorce and we drifted apart. Those things happen in life but we never lost the love between us and once I returned home it was like I had never left. She let me move in when I needed a place to stay, 3 months pregnant, no questions asked. She was there for me when I lied to her about a boy. She helped me get a second job when I wasn't making enough money with one. She has been there for me through much grief and heartache too, always sending strength my way. I've made dumb choices, bad decisions, and hurt plenty of people in my past, including her but she never gave up. Even when she knew I was wrong and didn't agree she was still my friend. She spoke her mind but she didn't cut me out or drop my as a friend. Over the years we have gotten much closer. I think relationships are meant to evolve and change over time. You both end up teaching the other something useful that you didn't see or wasn't paying attention too. Its nice to be surrounded by like minded people but the ones that really make you grow and stretch are the ones that are slightly differ but love you all the same.
We've had a few little weekend getaways since the kids were born but that was well, with her kids and usually for a special event or holiday, not just to get out of town or go on vacation. To be fair her kids are little, two and four years old, and travel with tiny people can be difficult. I'm looking forward to traveling with both of them in the future but so very glad we got to sneak away to paradise for a whole week of catching up, hanging out, and relaxing with each other.
