I think this is gonna be one of those posts that’s more for me and less for you. Selfish, I know. I’m sorry.
Someday when I look through this blog – and inevitably find spelling, grammar, and general thought errors that drive me crazy – I’ll also smile as I fondly remember lovely days, nights, and moments throughout the years.
Last night was one of those nights.
Phil and Amber are… Well, they’re Phil and Amber. And I love them.
Phil lives in New York now. (You may remember him from some of my posts about my trip out there. You may remember Amber from the time she surprised me at the Hollywood Half Marathon)
Phil got into L.A. around midnight. Sweet Amber picked him up (and picked me up from downtown). It was amazing to have all three of us together again. From the moment I got in the car to the moment I left the next day, we had laughter, sweet moments, and fun.
I don’t actually have much to say about the night. I’ll just say that I hope I’m never too old for sleepovers with my friends. We stayed up until six in the morning just like the good ol’ days. Now we get the good current days.
I’m so thankful for both Phil and Amber. They are unbelievably wonderful friends, and it was a joy to be silly and play all night.