Laura spent the night last night. There's something rather marvelous about chatting into the wee hours of the morning, about gabbing until every third word is a yawn and the rest are slurred with sleep. I've missed that. With everyone always being so busy and this valley being so big, circumstances aren't usually conducive to spontaneous slumber parties. It's nice when an opportunity crops up.
Unlike my previous experience with similar chances to unload, there were no lamentations or raving. Rather, our conversation was a celebration of things that make us smile like fools.
My! how I've missed that girl in the few short weeks since school ended.
As a side note, I'm bringing old-fashioned interjections back. Spread the word.
Listening to: Pushing Daisies
Reading: Inkheart by Cornelia Funk