When the planets align just right, Deborah, Monica, and I have dinner together. It's one of my favorite things that happens.
There is something magical about breaking bread with friends you have known for almost two decades. Friends who elevate you and you them. These are the friends who somewhere along the way become the family you pray with, drink margaritas with, and close the restaurant with.
This is Pamela on the far right. She was our server at the beginning of the evening and a family member by the end of the night.