Short post as I have stayed up waaaaaay past my bedtime talking and listening and talking and laughing and then talking a little more for good measure. My dearest friend and her family are camped out in my living room. We first met in Saitama after a shout out on MIJ. I was terribly nervous to be meeting someone who I only knew online and it turned out so was she. Four of us met that day and we just clicked. One still lives there, I moved to Nagano, one moved to New York via Osaka and my friend moved to a different city. But despite the fact we now live 3 1/2 hours on the expressway from each other we still just click. Each time we meet it's like it was yesterday we were saying goodbye rather than 6 months ago.
When we first met it was with our 3ish month old daughters. Now we each have a 5 year old and a 3 year old. Since I moved to Nagano our meetings have become overnight stays due to the distances involved. The first time we tried it we had a 2 1/2 year old and a 6 month old each. @_@ M was slow to talk but huge for her age and very fast, determined, stubborn and loud. N was a very early talker and had very advanced social skills but was a waif next to M physically. The weekend was a disaster!!! Between screaming, crying, wailing, sobbing and post cry hiccupy sniffing I don't think all 4 kids were quiet at the same time all weekend. @_@ When she went home I was utterly devastated and certain that that was the last I would see of my friend. But no, she is such an amazing person she forgave us and invited us down to hers. And it was better, not great, but better.
Fast forward a few years and here we are. N has matured physically and M is much more settled now that she can express herself verbally. After the first shy 20 minutes this morning all four kids have had a ball. They still like different games and play in different ways but the five year olds are able to negotiate and compromise now and the three year olds are bubbling with joy bounding around like puppy dogs and copying their big sisters.
I can't believe how lucky I was finding my friend, having the courage to head to the huge and bewildering and downright frightening monstrosity that is Omiya station that Sunday morning.
From that fist meeting has grown a friendship five years strong and as I watch our kids so happy playing together I dream of many more trips up and down the highway between our houses in the years to come. And I'm filled with gratitude to whoever, whatever, that of all the roads we could have walked in life we chose the ones that crossed as they did.
Even fairies need downtime. M, A, and N. H elsewhere.