
In the hustle and bustle of life PB (pre-burnout and not my husband’s favorite food), everything was a rush. I would dart to and from the house to the garage with a quick nod or wave to the neighbors. We’ve lived in the same place for over twenty years and the faces are familiar but did I really know any of them?
I managed to keep in touch with a few pals with a quick text but time spent face to face was rare. Everyone seemed so busy playing catch up on weekends and through the work week, family or other commitments meant there just wasn’t time. I didn’t realize until recently just how much I missed that time together….
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