We as women are social creatures. I do not speak for every woman in the world, but I find that the majority of us need someone to talk to. We can't just merely exist. We have to have someone to talk to, things to talk about, people to be with. We need people who understand us. And there is nothing better that meets that need than spending a few hours with a bunch of your girl friends and just, well, talking.
The other night I had my girls Jenni, Chelsea and Sierra over. We've been friends through thick and thin. With Jenni it started in 4th grade when she asked me to stand in line with her after recess. From then on we were pretty much best friends. Even when she moved across the country we wrote letters consistently to each other, promising each other we would be best friends forever ( and I mean BEST friends FOR EVER. We were planning on living right next to each other when we graduated college and being buried next to each other when we died and then continuing our friendship in heaven.) Luckily, she moved back and we were able to continue being best friends in person rather than through letters. Chelsea came along in 5th grade, she wanted to join our "group" and after some harassment from certain group members ( not to mention judgment for getting her ears pierced) she was finally accepted in and seen as part of "the group". In high school she and I became besties, reaping havoc in Mr. Gee's science class, and being loud and obnoxious during band while daydreaming about running away, across the fields that were next to the school. (We never did that by the way, what the heck!) We also had some fun times sluffing lunch and running to her house to eat waffles, apples and nutella. I won't mention the time there was a lake in the parking lot and we basically went swimming... in more ways than one :)
Sierra joined us later in high school. I didn't really get to know her super well until she went with us to California for Jenni's senior trip. She been one of us ever since.
Thinking back on our first girls nights and the ones now, I find that they have evolved. They started out with chick flicks, eating buckets upon buckets of ice cream while spilling our guts out to each other about boys we were infatuated with ( in my case it was usually a different one each time) or being depressed because a "certain someone" didn't feel the same way about us as we felt toward them. In that situation we would find comfort in each other talking about how they don't deserve us and how "stupid" boys were.
As time went on, circumstances changed and so did our girls nights. Conversation and updates have replaced our chick-flicks and the conversation is aimed more toward what we have been doing, our babies ( or babies on the way! Yay!) , going on missions, our families, our plans for the future...endless conversation topics. My little Emma joined our girls night last weekend. I'm sure there will be many additions as time goes on.
We don't see each other as often but I find that when we do get together we are able to pick up where we left off, like it's been just yesterday since we've seen each other. I am grateful for that because change happens. As this year ends we will all be in different parts of the country. Chelsea in Oklahoma, me in Texas, Jenni is some tribal community deep in the jungles of Africa ( haha jk;) ) Sierra, where the heck will you be? Probably somewhere getting rich and famous. :)
Even so, I know that we will be able to pick up our girls nights once we all come back. And it'll be like nothing changed because we're friends and, really, things like that just don't change.
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| Lovely :) |
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| Too crazy %) |
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| Love her! |
