Growing Up

last night i did something i never do. i went to dinner with two of my dearest girlfriends. i know it sounds like no big deal. but, it was. it is. you see, i am weird. i seldom go out with my girlfriends. when i say seldom...i mean practically never. i can count on one hand how many times i have left mr. c at home with the kids. sad...but true. i get this guilty feeling and always end up canceling. i don't know why. mr. c has no problem doing it. and he tries to get me to do it. i think it is a control thing...things might not run as smoothly or be done right if i'm not here.

i mean...how could they function without me???

but, lo and behold they always seem to manage.

but...after last night i think i have finally gotten over my guilt and worry. i had such a wonderful time. the hours (five to be exact) flew by. and all we did was talk and laugh. laugh and talk. and ate a little in between. i had no concern with any scene around me or worry about where the kids were...or feel the need to hurry home because someone was needing me. it was nice. and i love these two friends like the sisters i never had. i can be myself. completely. no judgement. just genuine care for one another.

this was a first...but not a last.

{photo taken by me of a cool, old bar...one i have driven by a million and one times.)