Last week, Spouse mentioned that he made plans for us to go out to dinner on Saturday night.
My nephew and his fiancée were on board to watch the kids.
I thought that we’d just been out to dinner, but when I did the math, I realized it had been nearly six weeks (longer?) since we’d eaten a meal together, just us.
[And before that? NOVEMBER. Sigh. We have work to do].
But, Saturday got away from me.
I was feeling well and decided to take the dog for a walk. I went too far and became tired.
Next, I attended my daughter’s fifth grade orchestra concert. I was nodding off by the end.
And then I was done.
I contemplated telling Spouse that dinner was off. Rest was all I could muster.
An hour of napping later, though, and I was refreshed and ready to go.
We drove to the restaurant, Spouse gave his name at the host stand, and we were shown to our booth.
And seated there was one of my dearest friends in the world.
G. and I started as physicians at the same academic medical center within 3 weeks of each other in the summer of 2008.
We quickly figured out that our birthdays are within days of each other. We both had to do a Meyers Briggs personality test as part of our work orientation and discovered that we had the same profile, one of the rarest, ENTJ. Our friendship sparked from day one and grew to wildfire levels.
And then, eight years later, we went separate ways.
For different reasons, the academic center was no longer for us.
I went into private practice.
He became wildly successful as an executive physician at a pharmaceutical company.
I missed seeing him every day but we were able to maintain our friendship.
Our paths still crossed several times per year, but there was no event that had him scheduled to be sitting in that restaurant booth on Saturday night.
That was pure love.
Turns out, Spouse and G. had been crafting this plan for weeks, knowing it would cheer me up.
Big gestures are not required for friendship, but wow! This one was marvelous.
Everyone should be lucky enough to have a friend like this.