I've been thinking for the past few days about all of the awesome women in my life. Some have known me since I was a teenager, and others for just a few months. I don't even necessarily have photos of all of them. Some of the friendships have drifted in the past months or years--either due to distance or changes in circumstances or the fact that we're too "busy" to call or get together regularly--but I think about them all the time.
I laugh/cry/eat/drink/celebrate/commiserate/snark/cook/love/bitch with them. They've stood by me through the toughest times in my life--with a shoulder to cry on or a tray of ziti or by cleaning out my grandmother's flooded basement the day my grandfather died. I've done the best I can to be there for them through their moments of joy and sorrow.
I'm not close with my family, but I know I have these girls to count on. (And I hope they know they always, ALWAYS have me.)
They're the reason why I want to dance when I hear Cyndi Lauper and why I always tear up a teeny bit when my MP3 player starts playing, "So right away Mary Anne flew in from Atlanta on a red eye midnight flight..." Because I'd do the same for them in a heartbeat, whatever the reason they needed me. (And also, their abusive significant other would probably also meet the same fate as Earl.)
So, here are just some of my favorite photos of my girls. (Not all of them, though. Unfortunately, it's probably not a good to post those bachelorette party photos for the whole interwebz online... if you know what I mean.)
I love you all and I need a girls night ASAP. Who's in?