I’m happy my SO has a band of friends.  These guys have been together since the dawn of time or at least high school.  Inevitably when we all get together, after all the talk of jobs, kids, day-to-day stuff, the old stories start.  Each of the respective spouses can repeat these stories word for word and often correct the story teller if they slip.  We all know the prompts, the right questions, and the timing.  Don’t get me wrong, I am very glad he has this band of friends.

After last night’s impromptu dinner party, I thought over how this relationship he has with these guys, makes the world a little more right.  I don’t have friends like that.  Mine are either dead, disconnected, or situational.  His keep us all orbiting around them like spokes on a wheel.  Somehow that wheel confirms that people can have this kind of bond.  It’s like the Band of Brothers in novels.  It’s the childhood die-hard friends.  It’s the reason that people go to high school reunions hoping to capture a sense of belonging to something, to anything.

These guys come together forming groups and associations over and over again.  Occasionally, they take on auxillary members.  Even if they haven’t seen one of them in years, they start right back up without a pause.  They keep tabs on each other.  They appear when the other needs help with moving or house stuff.  Tease and cajole each other when they think one of them has lost their way.

Driving home, I realized that no matter what happens, I’ll support my SOs band of brothers.  I just can’t imagine not.

Ciao