Dinner with an Old Friend

Last night B and I had a babysitter come watch the girls and went back to Jamaica Plain, where I lived when we first met, where we lived when we were first married and where Lee was born. It was another gorgeous spring night (I will never again say Boston doesn't have beautiful springs after this past week). We strolled through the Arboretum.



Then we walked by our old house and went to an Indian restaurant for dinner (which was much better than either of us remembered). All of this stirred up lots of memories and we told stories and laughed and talked about old times. It was just like having dinner with an old friend. Funny how you rarely have conversations like that in the day-to-day of a marriage.