As a grown woman, one of the things that I treasure most in life is the friendship of my girlfriends. I am still close with my childhood girlfriends. These are the girls who knew me before puberty. They vacationed with my family. They had crushes on my brother. We knew each other before we had ever kissed a boy or had experienced peer pressure. We had no secrets.
I recently went on a trip with these childhood friends. Nothing can replace the casual intimacy of 37 years of friendship. We talk, talk, talk. We talk about our kids, our husbands, our sex lives, our health issues, our disappointments, our hopes. It’s always supportive. It’s often accompanied by alcohol, and it’s always accompanied by laughter. As soon as the trip is over, we can’t believe all the things that we forgot to talk about.
I wish I could spend endless lazy summer days with these ladies, but geography and our grown up lives prevent that. But the bonds that we share carry through until next year. We already know our plans … eat, talk, drink, stay in PJ’s, laugh. We just need a date. I’ll be there!