“You can write about this. Just make it funny.”
That might take a while, Honey. Today I cried while I waited for my pizza. Now I'm known as “Crazy Combo Pizza Lady.” On the up side, they moved me to the front of the line.
You're right. Some day we will look back and laugh.
But today we cried.
And we worried, asked unanswerable questions, and made plans. Tonight, and for as long as it takes, we will hope, and smile, and trust, and believe, and support, and pray.
In other words, just another day with the girls.
I had the amazingly good fortune to spend time this weekend with some of my best friends – one group of girls I've known since grade school and the others I went to college with.
How was I lucky enough to become friends with so many funny, smart, caring, supportive, level-headed, take-charge, just plain bossy, stubborn, loud, brave women? How could people with such different backgrounds, interests, experiences and personalities be so similar?
They knew me at different times and they knew different versions of me. They've seen me at my best, and helped me through my not-so-best. Their influence, nurturing and encouragement made me who I am.
In other words, now you know who to blame.
These are the type of friends you can go years without seeing, and just pick right up again like you were never apart. The friends you reminisce with and make new memories with. These are the memories you hold on to, the times you remember, and the friends you rely on when life knocks the breath right out of you.
These are the friends you promise to call more often and visit again soon. These are the ones who understand when time slips away. And they're the ones who are still glad to see you when the stars finally align. These are the friendships that remind you to cherish the time you spend with the people you love.
In other words, they are much better friends than I deserve.
These are not the type of girls who sit around like bumps on a log. These are not the type of girls who watch everyone else dance and stay glued to their seats. These are not the type of girls who wouldn't know fun if it bit them in the ass.
These are the girls who bite fun in the ass. They lead the conga line. They don't sit until they're ready to drop.
These are the girls who whisper in your ear “if you want to fight her, I'm right behind you,” when someone needs an attitude adjustment. No matter what the odds are, or what you're up against. Together you're invincible.
These are the friends who know where the bodies are buried. The friends who know the stories. The stories our children could use as leverage to get out of doing chores for the rest of their lives.
In other words, the friends you want to keep close.
And hug even closer.
“I need a girls' day.”
I started to worry as soon as I got the text.
She wanted to talk to all of us at the same time.
I thought of several possible reasons:
1. Someone's pregnant (a standing non-joke as we approach middle age).
2. Someone's ambushing us for a Tupperware party.
3. Someone has cancer.
So I ordered the complete burp-to-seal baby food storage line in both pink and blue, because you just never know what life is going to throw at you.
In other words, you do whatever you can to keep it funny.
Even when you don't feel like laughing.