
After dinner we wandered out throught the trendy, beautiful people smoking to the street, found the 'burban, and headed back out to the suburbs for cheesecake. Somewhere over the cheesecake, dangerous questions began getting asked and we found ourselves staring at one another, trying to verbalize an answer to "What do you want to have accomplished in five years?"
For a while, we all muttered around the obvious, genuine responses about God, marriage and children. Yeah, yeah, we know. It's all true and we assume it. So what about you?
Moments of awkward silence. Eat more cheesecake. Sip coffee. Think. This should not be so stinking hard.
Finally someone gives it a shot. Then another. In short order, all four were answering, challenging one another in regards to answers, and thinking bigger together than we naturally do apart.
One minute we were four people sitting in the Cheesecake factory, each of us racing towards forty, and the next we were four nine year olds in the tree house whispering "Well, when I grow up, this is what I want to do....".
It felt good to be back in the tree house. It's higher than I remember it, but it feels remarkably solid.
4 comments:
Nothing like a good 'burban :)
The treehouse was fun. Can we go back? Can we make it a club -- "no adults allowed"? Let the reader understand.
I love it. This makes me miss you guys so much. You have started conversation in the McArthur home. I say amen to the no adults allowed!
I loved the tree house. it was so safe. I was for all practical purposes almost 4, not almost 40. How dare you remind.... let's not forget who will hit 40 first!
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