It was a good Friday night of food, laughter and many meaningful conversation with old friends.
And being home early, in my own bed is one kind of happiness. I cannot stress how important family is. You always feel so safe back into the arms of the ones whom are there for you since day one.
Whiskey and old time sake, in all honesty what more can a girl ask for. Old friends whom you still keep in contact with is indeed hard to find.
But at least the day is over. And Saturday looked great to me. Apologies have been made and words have been spoken. At least now we are on the same page.
Or at least, we are still trying hard.
I love you, my love.