Wednesday, February 2, 2011

My Girls

These are my girls. And as you get older, the importance of your girl friends becomes increasingly apparrent.Truth be told, these girls aren't just my friends, they're my family.

Time with them can rejuvinate me. It can help me with my abs, which usually ache from endless laughing. It can humble me. And it can remind me how lucky I am to have found them.

A few weeks ago Megan and Dai came up from Florida to spend the weekend in the ATL with me and Kristin. We try to do a girl's weekend once a year, and it's very sweet of them to come up this way since I have a certain two-year-old travel accessory that makes it slightly more difficult to cross state lines. Plus, it gives Madelyn a chance to see her crazy aunts, which is how I've decided I'm going to refer to them.

These girls let me sleep in their beds when I had eccentric crazy random roomates in college. They danced to ridiculous songs at my wedding and they've humored me every.single.time I've requested someone play "pour some sugar on me"in the past 11 years. They may know me better than Matt. But please don't tell him that.

They spoil Madelyn like she is already one of the girls and I can't wait to hear what stories they tell her when she gets older.

They're the people who will be drinking champagne and telling funny stories at my funeral because they know that's what I'd want.

They're my drinking buddies. My eternal road trip companions. The first people I call when something good (or bad) happens.

We've transitioned from babies on a campus of 40,000 people, to young professionals that never really felt like it, to fiances and wives, and now some of us to mothers. As many life changes as we experience, and we've covered some big ones in the past decade, the person I am when I'm with them is the most authentic version of my true self, and I thank them for bringing that out of me.


Kristin said...

I'm going to cry. Love you!!!

Jenn said...

That's so sweet. Good girlfriends are priceless. I sincerely pity the girls that only have guy friends (aka the bitches that don't know how to form loving functional relationships with women) Cheers to girlfriends!

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