I have a lovely group of friends whom I adore. We get together monthly for “Birthday Club” to celebrate the lucky girl who adds another candle to her cake that month. There are 11 of us – one for each month, except November. My dear sweet DB often claims that HE is Miss November, since his birthday actually IS in November. I let him play along, but really, no boys allowed.
We usually get together for drinks and food, at a restaurant or someone’s house. We try to spice things up a bit – bowling, going to a movie (that was a very bad idea), music in the park, manicures/pedicures, ceramics and more. I like it best when we everyone can make it, and when we have opportunities to “share.” “Sharing” for me is a grown up version of the ice breaker games we used to play at summer camp. Topics range from “how’d you meet your husband,” to most embarrassing college story to child-bearing and more. We don’t really have formalized “topics” anymore, because we all know each other so much better than when we started four years ago. Now, “sharing” is deeper and more meaningful discussions about life and love, raising teenagers, living healthy lives, taking care of aged parents. We have different backgrounds and different perspectives, and no one is afraid to share their opinion or give advice. This is the stuff of life, and without these dear friends, these sisters of mine, I would be adrift.
Now that sounds all serious and all, and it is, but really at our core, we’re a bunch of women who like to have a lot of fun! When we go to a restaurant, we are loud – borderline obnoxious? We like to talk and laugh and tell stories. And when you get 11 people in one place – men or women – they’re gonna get loud! Sometimes it’s near to impossible to get a word in edgewise. But we do all seem to manage somehow!
We had a wonderful time last night, with several of us first going for a walk/hike along a nature preserve in our town. Our path followed a very swiftly flowing brook, and at several points we were astounded by the beautiful rapids it produced. We were also amazed to see a few homes along the path – places we never even knew existed, and marveled at how lucky these folks were to live in such a peaceful setting. We ventured just about as far as possible, toward the end climbing over and up moss-covered rocks and fallen trees. We skipped rocks (or is it “skimmed” rocks?) like a bunch of kids, and I could have stayed there forever. But the mosquitoes were a-bitin’ and the rest of our friends (and wine and food!) were a-waitin’ back at the restaurant. It was a great way to burn off some calories (approx 491 for me!) before loading up on a big meal.
A shout out to my sister Liz in
"Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow.
Don't walk behind me, I may not lead.
Walk beside me and be my friend."
- Albert Camus