On our way back from a short visit to Louisville and Elizabethtown, we stopped at Cracker Barrel for lunch with my long-lost friend, Kristy. We hadn't seen each other in 10 years. How did that happen?

This is my friend who still loves me despite crashing (literally) her wedding. It's a bad time to discover you're anemic when you're squeezed into a bridesmaid dress in front of a church packed full of people. I believe it is only heard (THUD!) and not seen on her wedding video.

The last time we saw each other Juliana was two and her oldest was in an infant carrier. Time passes so fast and we've let it slip away from us for too long.

Jon and Birch were such good sports and took care of all ordering, food cutting, diaper changing, bill paying, mouth wiping, kid question answering, and overall management of the fact that we brought kids with us. I don't believe I laid eyes or ears on my brood for over two hours. Imagine how quickly and intentionally two women can talk who are trying to cram 120 months of details into a grilled chicken sandwich lunch.

But here's to friends you can pick up with where you left off. Here's to men who are great fathers and husbands. Here's to the waitress that kept the Diet Cokes coming. And here's to not letting ten more years slide by, unaware.