Friends...

I've posted before about my girlfriends and how much they mean to me.  But I'm going to again because this is my blog and I do what I want.

When I started working at my first job 17 (!!!!) years ago, I didn't have girlfriends.  I mean, I had girls who were my friends, who I talked to and hung out with, but not true girlfriends.  I had guy friends.  Not. the. same.

About 15 years ago, I made friends with 3 of the best girls.   We became close very quickly, and if you had told me we would still be friends now, I would have
said, "duh".

But our friendships haven't always been solid.  I was the first to pull away. Unexpected pregnancy.  Unexpected marriage.  Instead of leaning on them, I pulled away.  I felt different, out of their circle.  They lived on the other end of town. I was tired.  We drifted.

But the beauty of it all is that when I showed up, crying on a doorstep years later, I was met with open arms.

Each of these girls have other sets of super close girlfriends.  I have other friends (some I would love to be closer to, but... life) but none like them.  They mean the world to me.

The things we have been through.  Pregnancy.  Marriage.  Divorce.  Breakups.  Health scares.  Deaths. Things I can't even mention here.

And they show up. They drive for hours to help each other move.  They bring food and wine.  They plant gardens and come to funerals.  They listen.  and read (texts).  They agonize over decisions, and support
even when they disagree.

I think of all the things we still have to go through, and I am blessed to know I have them. I am just as excited to grow old with them as I am to grow old with my husband. I may not speak to them daily  or even weekly, but they are only a doorstep away.


*Update: I went back a read my last post about my friends.  almost exactly the same.  oh well, I love my bitches.