My Two Best Friends and I Promised to Reunite on Christmas After 30 Years – Instead of One of the Guys, a Woman Our Age Showed Up and Left Us Speechless

Thirty years ago, we made a promise we were sure we’d keep.

When you make a promise at thirty, you believe time will cooperate. You believe faces will stay familiar, friendships will remain intact, and distance won’t matter because history itself feels like glue.

Thirty years doesn’t arrive all at once. It sneaks in quietly, thinning what once felt permanent until one day you realize how much has slipped through your hands without asking.

That’s what I was thinking as I stood outside May’s Diner on Christmas morning, watching snow slide off the roof and melt into dark pavement. Continue reading…