Quality Time

Yesterday was one of those rare days in which I got to spend the entire day with a friend doing whatever we chose to do. It wasn’t an earth shattering day, but it was a very good day. It was not earth shattering because we didn’t do anything out of the ordinary. It was good because I got to spend an entire day with my friend and that is a gift for me.

I discovered why this is recently, after reading “The 5 Love Languages of Single Adults.” My friends had determined earlier in the year that my love language must be quality time. They were right although it runs right up there with words of affirmation and touch. There are few things I enjoy more than spending time with friends. I would venture to guess that the only thing comparable these days is spending time with my nephews.

I think the whole quality time thing is the reason I began a tradition several years ago of going out for dinner with friends for my birthday. It is the reason one of my favorite days this year was my best friend’s birthday. Six of us met for breakfast, after which, we drove down to the museum district to see an exhibit. After the exhibit, we hit House of Pies for dinner and then went back to Pam’s apartment to watch a movie. I asked Amy if I could steal the idea for my next birthday.

I am grateful for time spent with friends. My favorite memories are snapshots of time spent with friends. I still smile when I think of boiled strawberries, sleepovers, Edgewood, vacationing in Rhode Island, spontaneous road trips, friday night games, long talks late at night, lunches and dinners.