Over the weekend I was with my group of besties, celebrating three birthdays, eating some snacks, giving pedicures, and getting henna. We haven’t had a chance to get together for a while – there were 8 of us there, out of a group of 13 that used to meet regularly – because life just gets in the way.
But that doesn’t really matter with this group. When we’re together again we laugh at the old inside jokes, we talk about new tragedies and triumphs, we bask in the love we have for each other. I feel so blessed to have this group of women in my life. I know I can be myself, totally and utterly, with this group of women. I know I can tell them anything, cry my hardest and ugliest, make really bad puns, get a little tipsy (yes, sometimes all in one evening) and they’ll still love me. And I’ll still love them.
I can look back at how I met each one (there are a few stories there!) and look forward to knowing them all for years to come. There’s something so comforting in that.
I love you, Sisters!