I confess that I’m not great about keeping in touch with friends. I’m busy, they’re busy, time passes. I’m always amazed (and intimidated) by women who remember other people’s birthdays and anniversaries AND find the time and energy to send a card. Most of my friends and I have an understanding – I love you. I think of you often. If you need me, just say the word and I’ll be there. Otherwise, I‘ll talk to you in a couple of months.
This weekend, one of my oldest and dearest friends was in town and she and I were able to ditch make arrangements for our children and sneak away for a whole afternoon together.
We had a 2-cocktail lunch and a fun afternoon of chatting and laughing and shopping. I had almost forgotten what it felt like to have a long, meaningful talk with an adult woman friend. I had forgotten how good it feels to be with someone whose situation is similar to my own. With someone who gets me. With someone who says, “Yes! Me too.” It was a really happy day and one that left me feeling validated, hopeful and empowered.
I don’t know specifically at what point I let my friendships go dormant. When we all had babies I suppose. But I want them back now. I need it, which means they probably do too.
So, I’m setting an intention to start making more of an effort to be a more present friend. I’m scheduling lunch dates and family get togethers. Today I give thanks for my relatively small circle of girlfriends. I can’t even think where I would be without them.













