Our friends Bryan and Iris came into town yesterday afternoon for a quick visit. Grace and Iris were thick as thieves. When Craig tried to tease Grace at the breakfast table this morning, little Iris defended her honor. It was such a sweet moment.
We miss our Augusta friends often. Though we live only two and a half hours apart, we don't see each other nearly enough. I can count my good post-college friends on one hand; Bryan is one of those. There's something so comforting and familiar in an old friend. We know each other's varied, and somewhat painful, histories. We have marked the birth of three children together and the end of one marriage. Every time we part ways, I console myself with plans for our next gathering.
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