"Let's meet at Panera's," she suggested, "we can do brunch." So, on a bright spring morning, even though we both should have been moved to begin spring cleaning, or joining the a gym, we joined forces in a back booth, away from the grab-a-bit-between-sports-practices-crowd-of-kids-moms-dads.
Over time, we had yogurt-granola-strawberry parfaits and tea, not just one cup of the ol' Lipton diner-kind-of-tea. Instead, we had many, many, many refills of a magnificent Ceylon Mango that that fueled a very-long, but very-needed conversation in which we talked of hopes, dreams, anger, angst, peace, trust, faith, and forgiveness. Our paths, so very different, yet, they are intricately intertwined by life-events we could never have imagined when we first met. Long ago, she was the perky co-ed girl-friend, and I was the big sister of a little brother who had fallen madly in love; yet now, many years later, many miles later, we have become sisters-by-choice.
It was a conversation interspersed with laughter, tears, smiles, and sighs. The kind of conversation that fuels women to smile in spite of life's adversities. I suspect it was the kind of conversation women have been having for centuries, over quilt squares, shopping bags, wine, and coffee.. the kind of conversation that might just solve world peace.
We left at dinner time, exhausted, in spite of sitting for hours, as a new crowd of sweat-suit clad diners began to arrive for a bite to eat. As we hugged good-bye, I knew the time was well-spent even though the laundry piles would not be attacked this weekend. I was also sure that time can stand still, even at a place designed for fast food!