Walking through the sea of faces in the crowded airport luggage claim, I search for that familiar face, one that reminds me of laughter and Gilmore Girls, deep talks and code names, late night antics and long distance phone conversations into the wee hours.
And suddenly there she is. I would know her anywhere. This friend of my heart, kindred spirit for many a year now.
We hug. We smile. We set off on our weekend of adventure and mirth.
We travel to the top of the world.
We set off on our own personal dragon.
We rely on our new chauffeur - GeePerS - to guide us through highways and city streets.
We re-live the atrocities of war, hate, & violence through the eyes of the 6 million souls silenced less than a century ago.
We meet Lincoln, Washington, and host of long ago quiet voices that shaped this great nation.
We sweeten our palate with delectable treats from the sisters.
We watch Raising Hope, Once Upon A Time, and The Imaginarum of Doctor Parnassus; eat peanut butter crackers, Fruit by the Foot, sweet and salty bars; and GeePerS our way to two different Wal*Marts two nights in a row.
But mostly, we laugh.