The Girls came to visit this weekend. Everyone reading this who is lucky enough to have Girls knows what I mean. I have many women friends. I am very fortunate to have met women that I’ve clicked with at every stage of life. But there are girl friends, and there are Girls.
My Girls are the ones that show up at my house after a three hour drive and sit down for lunch as if we’ve just been in third period together fifteen minutes before. The conversation, especially the laughter, picks up right where it left off no matter how long it’s been. We hug each other in greeting because it has been so long since we’ve seen one another, but we also act as if we’ve never been apart.
There is no awkwardness because we are family. I will admit at the beginning of our time together this visit, I was a little overwhelmed at the few things I didn’t know. They all see eachother more frequently than I see or even talk to them and of course they had a car trip to catch up as well. So there where little details I needed to stop and get them to fill in from time to time as we gabbed and gabbed. It made me a little sad-the distance between us, but as time went on I realized how truly blessed I am to have this group of women in my life, even if our time together is brief and way too infrequent. These Three Girls who have known me since I sported the mullet and a mouth full of metal. Each one of us different than the other, but somehow we all make each other better. The common thread is laughter and an unwavering loyalty that has stood the test of time, distance and the stress of life-teenage and adult.
I love these Girls like no other. I am certain my life would be worse without them in it and I am thankful every day I never had to find that out.
My Girls came to visit this weekend and I was reminded how lucky I am.
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