Spring sports come in all sorts of colors. Sometimes pretty umbrellas. And sometimes it's a bright yellow softball combined with Assumption Royal Blue which means there's a second round of softball playoffs after a 10-0 regionals victory last night!
Today I was all pumped for my own spring sport. Well, duh, golf. A childhood friend is in the area (visiting from Colorado) and we totally had a golf outing planned this afternoon. I took a half-day off and guess I never ran my vacation request past Mother Nature.
Stupid rain!
So we had to cancel. But didn't totally give up on reconnecting.
Heath and I grew up about 2.5 miles apart. Which means we were together from kindergarten and our 2-room grade school (Oak Hill) years to high school graduation. Haven't seen him in 10 years when we were in Colorado on vacation, but he's heading to Luck (our hometown) for a wedding this weekend so we made sure two fellow golfers connected.
Over dinner anyway.
The beauty of childhood friends (even your 1st-grade "sit together on the bus every day" boyfriend) is that you never have to pretend who you are or where you came from. Every bit of the conversation is unpretentious and real.
Treasure those friendships when you can!
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