Monday, September 27, 2010
The Weekly Summit
Once a week, I meet my friends for breakfast at the local diner. We've been frequenting this place since the day it opened it's doors 12 years ago. All the waitresses know us by name, and we know them. They bring us beverages without having to order, because they know what we drink. I love it here. Especially when the owner gets on the microphone and tries to get us to buy sweet corn, which he sells during the summer months. He just won't let it die -- the corn I mean. I think he just wants an excuse to use the loud speaker. We all burst out laughing together the minute we hear him say for the umpteeth time "folks, we have some delicious sweet corn here . . . . " It's nice to have things you can count on.
Sitting in the turquoise booth sipping diet Coke, we solve the world's problems and share the secrets of our lives. When we first started coming here, we all had toddlers. Our conversations revolved around play dates, and elementary school, with a little "my husband" or "why am I having such a hard time with this" thrown in for good measure.
Now we have teens and college students. We've learned a thing or two as we've dined on bacon and eggs, and we've weathered many storms. I am thankful that I've had this place, and these women to help me through them. They are my rocks. When I share my troubles, they remind me that I am stronger than I know. And I remind them of the very same thing . . . when they need me.
As we pay our tab, we all leave feeling a little bit better about our lives.
I am a lucky woman to have such wonderful friends. And a diner, where I can meet them for our Weekly Summit.