Most of the posts about Christmas have surrounded past times and family. I have talked about our family tradition and memories of my children and my childhood.
I belong to a supper club. It is a group of six women. We meet most months at restaurants, have dinner, a glass of wine and our first order of business is always to look at the dessert menu. For, only after knowing what we can have for dessert do we plan what to have for dinner. Talking during supper club is a challenge. With six people at one table it is hard to hear all the conversation, especially with background noise.
So, at Christmas we meet at a home and that is when we can visit and get caught up and, of course, eat.
Last night we met at one of the homes of the women. There were appetizers and wine, coffee and of course, dessert. We sat in her living room around her tree and we talked. I sat and looked at each women. Four years ago, I knew none of them. Four years ago, four of them were meeting for supper club, and three years ago, myself and another woman joined their group. We are a diverse group. I am in the middle of the age range, some women are retired, some are still working hard in retail, one is a teacher, and then there is me.
It occurred to me, last night, that these women have become my friends. I look forward to seeing them, visiting with them and catching up with them. I once wrote a post about friendship. I talked about the girl scout song, “make new friends, but keep the old… some are silver and another gold.” At that time, I was talking how some of the friendships that I had somehow turned from silver to gold. These all fell into the old friends category. Last night, I realized that I had made new friends. Somehow, these acquaintances have grown from knowing them to caring about them.
During the course of the evening I received two new ornaments. As I put them on my tree this morning, I again reminded myself that these women are a part of my life. That last night was the making of new memories to add to my collection of Christmas memories. Often, I think, we do not realize that today is a day to store in our catalog of good times. It is just today. Just another day in our life. But, no, today is a treasure in our scrapbook of good times, even if we are having a bad day today.
So, today, I hope that you will discover some great Christmas memories to store and add to those you already have. Thanks for stopping by today. DAF