I have a group of girl friends that I have known for almost 20 years. We met when we were all living in the same apartment complex during our early twenties. We’ve partied together, we’ve cried together and we’ve lived through relationships, babies, and break-ups. We’ve been there for each other as bridesmaids, partners in “crime”, and as sisters. We try to make it a point to spend at least one day all together, usually around Christmas, but some years it happens more often than that. We’ve grown, we’ve changed, we’ve moved away and then moved back. But one thing that happens when we get together is that we laugh a lot. Let me be clear, we are not tame women, nor have we ever been. That’s why it’s so exciting to get together and hear what each of us has been up to over the many months that the time had passed while we were living our own lives.
Just this past weekend, my friend Sarah had a girl’s party at her house. It’s a beautiful home where she lives with her 9 year old daughter. She bought a case of champagne, made sangria and we all showed up in our bikinis ready to party. It was great. I can’t remember the last time I put on a bathing suit and was not self conscious about my body. But with these ladies, we could just let it all hang out. And I never eat while wearing a bathing suit either, but you know what? We all brought so much delicious food that none of us could resist. It was heaven, the pool, the sun, the bubbly, the food, and of course the company.
We laughed that day. We laughed so much my face hurt. I heard so many stories and and one liners I felt as I was part of a great comedy. I didn’t want the day to end. But, as a day of excess usually goes, all good things must come to an end. All the way home, I kept smiling, reflecting upon how lucky I was to have these women in my life. Sometimes when you meet people, you never know how long they will be there, but after so many years together as friends, I look forward to many more.
When I arrived home that evening, my husband asked me if I had a good time and I told him that I couldn’t remember the last time I laughed that much. And he replied, “That’s what you said last time you hung out with them.” Well, now we know the answer! It felt so good to just laugh, and I hope I don’t have to wait until Christmas to get to see all my girls again.
Laughter IS the best medicine. It is good for the soul and lifts your heart. I am going to make it a point to fill my life with more laughter.