We met at a birthday party that neither of us was specifically invited to. In a local mom’s Facebook, a woman posted about her son’s sad birthday party that none of his classmates or friends showed up to.
Having experienced that heart-wrenching feeling before, we came from our different parts of town to show support.
There at a backyard bash, we met. Our tween sons navigated the bouncy house, and we bonded over our odd observations and strong convictions. This immediate connection blossomed into a friendship between our sons.
From then on, Friday nights meant holing up in their mid-century modern home with a glass of white wine while our preteen boys negotiated which video game to play for hours. We talked.
To say we became fast friends was an understatement. Then, they moved. Four years after that fateful day, her family relocated four hours away. Suddenly there was a new void in my life.