I was getting lonely. I was in need of some good girlfriend talk. It felt like it had been decades since I talked to my longtime friend Denise. I knew she would be busy with homeschooling, but I punched in her number anyway and thought I would give her a good morning wake up call. She agreed that it had been way too long since we had last talked-- so we spent a good half hour catching up. As the conversation went on, I could feel myself returning to normal. It is not that I don't have anyone to talk to-- but sometimes I just need a good woman friend to talk to-- one who understands me--- one who knows my kids so well that I can share anything with her and vice versa. What I love most about her is that she accepts me for who I am--- 12 kids and all.
Friends like that don't happen very often and we were both remarking how lonely we feel during the week when we don't talk. Sure we both have our kids, husbands and daily lives to attend to--- but for the most part her and I only have each other. And it gets lonely sometimes.
Am I the only who feels this way?
I realized that I missed Denise more than just a phone calls worth and it got me to thinking back to the women's weekend we spent together out at the beach a few years back. It was so much fun! A dozen of us headed to the coast for the weekend, rented a house, and spent some quality time together as sisters in Christ. I remember how I convinced her and the other women to make a pretend mole under their nose-- just like me. Then, we all went shopping sporting identical Cindy Crawford moles. It was hilarious. You should have seen the cashier's expression when she helped all of us ring up our purchases. It could've been a Candid Camera moment! I don't know which was funner... that, karaokying, or doing the Chinese FireDrill in downtown Pismo Beach!
Just thinking about it makes me smile!
Oh, how I would love to do something like that again.