Every now and again, something – a song, movie, phrase – pops up in adult life that instantly pulls you back to a previous frame of time.
Tonight I came across a movie that came out around junior year of high school. Upon seeing the tall, dark, and handsome heartthrob that stole my adolescent heart on the big screen, I texted my three best childhood girlfriends.
We’ve known each other since we were three. On a group text, 27 years later, we find ourselves laughing at the same jokes that have made us laugh for decades. Hilarity that can only be truly appreciated within the confines of our own company. Made clear by our eye-rolling husbands.
We did not grow up in the age of social media, text messages, and digital communication. We spent hours tying up the household phone lines, passed countless notes in the hallways, and went for walks and bike rides that were filled with endless conversation.
I love these girls and I love who we are when we get together. In an instant, we are the same as we ever were. Now, almost all of us in our thirties, makeup-less, lying in bed in our own homes…and yet nothing has changed.