I have had the privilege of having some pretty amazing women in my life. We’ve experienced heart break together. We have experienced happiness together. We’ve helped each other up (only a couple times after a night of drinking). And we have held each other in times of deep sorrow. Some I see on a regular basis. Some I see once in a while.
Who else can you phone when you are so mad you can’t even talk to tell them what an ass your ex is? I mean really REALLY mad. Like spewing words in incoherent sentences mad? AND THEY UNDERSTAND! And the other side of that coin…. you are trying to tell a story but you can’t because you are laughing so hard! But they know the story because they were right there beside you.
Some of us have gone through our divorces together. Or job loses. Or kid issues. Or new heart throbs. Or WTF was I thinking moments. We have fallen in snow banks together (ok, maybe more than once on a very drunk walk home). We have laughed as others have dodged snow banks. We have sat back biting our tongues waiting patiently as they learned whatever lesson they had to learn, to be there in the end to catch the tears. We have egged each other on. We have cheered for their kids as hard as we cheer for our own.
The point is we have been there for each other. I have a very eclectic group of women in my life. They are all unique in their own ways. Funny thing is, they may not know each other, but get them together under one roof and we all get along. We all have one thing in common… strength.
I never had a sister. My mom and dad only gave me brothers (I know, RUDE, right?). These women I call friends have been the closest thing to a sister. Minus the clothes ‘borrowing’, the tape down the middle of a shared room and the “I hate\love you” relationship that sisters have (so I’ve witnessed with my 2 daughters).
So to the women in my life… you ROCK. And yes, I’ll drink to that!