Just got back from a whirlwind reunion with three of my oldest friends in the world to celebrate the newest baby-to-be joining our little clan. When we piled in my car to head to dinner, we looked around and said, "When was the last time we all got to do THIS?" It felt exactly the same as it did 20 years ago when we'd show up at parties with a bottle of whatever ancient schnapps someone managed to swipe from her parents' liquor cabinet...except this time I drove within the speed limit and they squeezed in the backseat not because we had two too many people in the car, but because they didn't want to make me take out the carseat (they know it's such a pain).
We're all in different places geographically, emotionally, and financially, we almost never get to see each other and sometimes months pass without even a chance to call. Yet we picked up right we left off. Sharing, supporting, challenging and laughing, laughing, laughing. It was absolutely perfect and exactly what we all needed.
As lonely as I've felt sometimes in my marriage, one thing I've rarely felt was alone. Part of that is thanks to my daughter, but it's also because I've been so lucky to have friends who know me like the back of their hand. So today, that's what I'm going to focus on: the joy of being with my girls. I hope you do, too. Shoot an email, leave a message, or grab a coffee together. You deserve it!