Over the weekend, I got the chance to be around a few people who I am certain were hand-picked by God and placed in my life at just the right moments.
As I was headed to winery, several thoughts crossed my mind:
"Why is my hair doing this?"
"How many glasses of wine should I have?"
"I love wine so much."
"I look like a hobo."
In no particular order. I pulled up the winery and scored a sweet spot; when everyone else was scampering to find a place to even park, I pulled right in front of my favorite winery and backed up my mom van and placed it in park. While I was parking, Jules called me to see if I was there yet and told me where she and Mags would be sitting. Of course, the fact that I BACKED IN to a parking spot is something of a miracle in itself, so I did NOT process any of what she actually said. Naturally, I called her back when I got out and asked where she was. Again.
Walked inside to see my two, beautiful, put together friends and was SO HAPPY. It should NOT be legal to spend large amounts of time away from people you love. Of course they told me how cute I looked, when in the van I was just trying to figure out why all these new baby hairs are simply uncontrollable, and I immediately stopped caring. We sat and talked about our challenges from the last few months since being out of nursing school and I just felt surrounded by such love! You don't know this kind of love until you actually have friends who are naturally optimistic, encouraging, and uplifting.
As we wrapped things up, I planned to drop by my lifelong bestie's house (which turned into an evening stay because this girl does NOT know how many glasses of vino is too many). I got to her house, where she'd picked up a bottle of wine before I arrived. We ended up having a couple of glasses of wine, watching Game of Thrones, eating banana oat pancakes and strawberries, & blabbering on and on. The best part about Whitney is that she talks just as much as I do and we both get excited over things easily, so I never feel ridiculous, HAHAHA!
We snapped a few selfies (usies?) as all good Beachbody coaches do and I got to see my baby hairs in action again.
I got to thinking about how different my closest girlfriends are: I'm the ONLY one with a brood of kids, I am the only one who seems to find lounge clothes as acceptable going out clothes, & I am the only 'blonde' (I use that loosely because I have no real idea what my natural hair color is).
BUT, then I realized we all have 'something.' We've all got our own thing going on, our own idea of what 'busy' means, our own struggles, failures, & disappointments. And these girls just like me for me. I can be completely honest with them, transparent, & 100% ridiculous and they like me anyway.
Sometimes we get so busy trying to hide the imperfections that we forget NO ONE is perfect. NO ONE has it all together and we're all in this together. When you find the friends that make you feel those truths, that make you feel beautiful and awesome and loved, it's probably the best feeling.
Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their labor: If either of them falls down, one can help the other up. But pity anyone who falls and has no one to help them up.
Ecclesiastes: 4:9-10
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