I came to a realization a few years ago that startled me—not all women in their thirties have these types of friendships. In fact, many women in their thirties don’t have these types of friendships. They’re lucky if they have one or two people to go to in a crisis, let alone a group of girls who have their back, no matter what. How is that possible? Is there a handbook for finding wonderful girlfriends? And how do I get a copy to my daughter?
Chewy was welcomed into this group of women over the weekend. My jie jie and BFF did the ‘honors’, and by that I mean to say they chose to put up with me for the last few months while I gave them orders about what I did (and more specifically did NOT) want. Yet they did it happily, because that's just how lucky I am.
I thought about it this weekend as I sat surrounded by many of my favorite women. We aren’t all that much alike—in fact, I would argue that there are more dissimilarities between us than there are similarities. But I think that’s what makes us good for each other. We are the missing pieces to each other’s puzzles. The candy in each other's candy shop, if you will.
A woman in her thirties loves how her baby's closet looks after being showered with pink, she loves how her stomach still hurts from laughing all weekend, and she loves loves loves her girls.