ninanevermore

Today on my drive into work, I was thinking about my childhood friend, Macy. Her daughter celebrated her first birthday on Saturday, so I was at Macy's house with my son, eating cupcakes and catching up on old times. Back in our teens, we considered each other "best" friends, only to loose touch during our college years. We reconnected when she got married a few years back, and now I get invitations to her children's birthday parties.

We met as children because our familyies attended the same United Methodist Church. The first time I noticed her was at a church potluck dinner, which Methodist congregations hold several times a year. My mother monitored the food that her kids put on our compartmented plastic plates at these events. She made certain that we chose one meat, at least one vegetable, and a starch for our meals. If we had any room left, we might be allowed to visit the dessert table. I noticed Macy that day, or rather noticed her plate, because her mother was not as strict as mine.

( Life is uncertain...skip the broccoli and just eat dessert )