Girlfriends

I am a very lucky girl. My life is enriched every day by the constant presence of laughter, understanding, compassion, commiseration, and a huge understanding of the importance of cute shoes. I have my girls.

Each of them bring something so special to my life, I can only hope that I am able to enrich theirs even half as much. I try my best to even it out with fresh baking. I have one friend who tries my new shoes on as soon as I wear them into work, and gushes with ooohs and aaaahs. Another gives me sticky notes to remind me "you must not stab boys who try to kiss you". One is a fantastic travel partner who will know exactly how much the cab should cost from a zambian bus station to an obscure lodge at 3am. One knows far too many secrets.

One magic trick that these girls can do is make clouds vanish. My dearest friend is worn out, as she has recently given birth to a fantastic little one, while finding time to chase around a 2 year old. When I talk with her, her sentences stop mid way to scream things like 'get off the bookshelf!' or 'that doesn't go in your ear!' or she shares the horror stories of poop, infections and vomits. (She's also a brilliant form of birth control.) But once nap time arrives we can pick up like no time has passed at all, I can share my woes, rant about boys, laugh about life, and catch up on the last month of the soap opera my life has become. She, exhausted, sleep deprived, and likely barf encrusted, can still scrounge up the energy needed to make me feel better about the list of fiascos I have presented her with. Pure magic.

I have recently met a brand new friend... she's lovely. We've already shared a rant about the complete lunacy of boys, so i think we're going to get along just fine!