Well, today is Saturday and I am going out to lunch with girlfriends. Girlfriends are vital for all women. Female friendships are precious to married women. Whether their girlfriends are married or single, grandmas, mothers or childless, they are the people that we find our precious moments of reprieve with. We can let down our hair. We can let down our guard. We can be selfish. We can crack jokes. We can be ourselves and relax. You've heard us in restaurants...peals of laughter will be heard from a table in the back. You turn around and see women laughing and having the best time. Hugging and listening...caring for each other. Married women need female friends for their coffee breaks, their girl's night out or just their morning walks. They need them when they take their children or grandchildren to the park. We talk about our kids and grand kids. I can remember times when my two best friends had grandchildren...before I did. They would talk and talk about these precious babies. Oh, how I wanted a grand baby. I would listen...trying not to be jealous. When finally I was a grandma...I could relate and do a bit of bragging too. Female friends let married women take a break from being Super Mom and Super Wife and Super Grandma. They can be women. They can relate. They can talk about issues with each other that they can rarely talk with others about. We get older and the friendships are still there. More precious than ever. By this time, we have found who our true friends are. They are the ones who are with us through troubled times as well as joyful ones. They are there for us the minute we need them. One of my friends is going through a really tough time right now. Her husband is ill and she is caring for him lovingly. It's a full time job.Finding out how to take care of the "outside" things as well as the inside jobs. I admire her and hope that she knows that I am there for her. We meet as couples for lunch and she and I meet for breakfast, when she can get away. Another friend is busy...busy with her family and job, but still finds time to come out to my house and visit with me. We meet, rarely, for lunch like we will today. We are getting together with an old mutual friend who lives in my town. They are meeting at my house and we will go to a restaurant in my town. We only have a few hours...so we will have a lot of talking and catching up to do. We are the "girls" and will always be. We may be old and have gray hair...but we are still the "girls."
Balisha
8 comments:
I a sending your blog to all my girl friends today, this is us and you put it beautifuly!!! We girls just have to have some girl time and I have some great lifetime friends too!!! Have a great weekend...
That makes a beautiful package. I have been enjoying your header photo, too. I read the post you wrote about making those.
I really need my women friends. Thank goodness there are a bunch of them. My knitting group meets at a bakery every Monday night and we have so much fun. Thankfully there are other ladies who lunch. We do and we laugh a lot. I know what you mean about how much you need your girlfriends, too.
What nice words about girlfriends. I had some rough years in my life where there was not "time" for girlfriends and how I missed that. They are back and so much fun and therapy!
Cathy
So glad that you agree with me. Life's more interesting... because of our women friends.
Balisha
You are so right about "the girls". It is always my "girlfriend" not my ladyfriend or whatever. We might be old but we will always be girlfriends! This is so very true and you really expressed it so well. I don't know what we would do without our friends.
My kids used to look at me with a funny look on their face, when I said "girlfriends." It just never changes for us....does it?
Amber....how cool that you meet in a bakery.It's kind of like a Debbie Macomber book...right?
Balisha
How lovely. I am beginning to grow old with my high school friends. We are now in our 50's. Your post shows how much you care for them. I'm sure you had a fabulous week-end.
PS: I love your new banner.
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