Two months from right now

I will be on a plane, flying home from a weekend in Chicago with my girlfriends.

I will have said goodbye to a few best friends that I only see in person a couple times a year.  

It is truly a gift to know that when all the hustle and bustle of this joyous holiday season is over (and it has barely even started), and January comes with it's frigid cold and icy highways, and short, dark days, I will still have something truly wonderful to look forward to.

My husband, my children, the rest of my family, it almost goes without saying how thankful I am that they are in my life.  They ARE my life.  

These women, though, don't often get the credit they deserve.  They sit in the wings, sometimes we don't touch base as often as we should, sometimes we get wrapped up in our work, our families, our children, our homes, our "everyday".  

Sometimes it hurts when we don't find or make the time for each other.  Sometimes I really miss them.  

But always there is an unspoken forgiveness for those times when we let life get in the way of friendship.       

We come back to each other and it is as if no time has passed, yet there is so much to catch up on we're tripping over ourselves to get it all out.  

This group of women can talk about anything, everything, nothing.  But we will talk, and we will listen, and we will console and confide and empathize.  

And just as important, we will LAUGH.  

The kind of laughter that is good for the soul, belly laughs that make you catch your breath, maybe snort, maybe pee a little, depending on how many times you've given birth.  

I can't wait you guys.  

I'll see you in the new year. 

Bets, I'm expecting t-shirts, so don't disappoint me.