There's nothing like the warm, cozy brand of happy contentment that comes from sitting on a couch with a bunch of old friends. Girls who knew and loved the "before" version of you. The girl you were before "mommy", before "wife", before mortgages and car payments and all the other appendages of grownupness. The 19 year old with a Britney poster stuck up with sticky tack on a sorority room wall and an atrociously unconvincing fake ID, full of aspirations and sass (sass that sometimes got your friend bitchslapped by a drunk chick outside a bar). Girls who have now grown into business owners and teachers and kickass SAHMs. So nowadays, instead of tight jeans and heeled boots and sparkly tight tees, it's sweatpants, pony tails, glasses of wine. Conversation that hushes when a little one cries out from a crib ("please please please don't let that be my kid!"), then picks right back up a second later. The kind of weekend that you drive away from feeling reconnected and grateful for girlfriends who grow and change but are still the same fun, sweet, hilarious girls at heart. And this weekend, it wasn't just old friends, but also four little girlfriends-to-be. Here's hoping in 30ish years, Vivian and Sylvia and Giana and Lily have a weekend just like this one. (Anderson and Kaden and Ellis will be off doing something super manly and most certainly not wearing matching jammies, ever.)
Thanks, Jenny and Megan and Katie and Sarah, for this much needed girlfriend weekend. I love you girls!
Getting the little girls ready to brave a winter storm and strike out in search of essentials. (Essentials meaning clothes at the mall.)