Girls’ Weekend

If asked to describe myself, I would say that I am a loner. Happier with a book and some cats than with most people. I have one or two really close friends, but that is it. I went through my 20’s with loads of acquaintances – could fill a big table at our local with no problem. But true blue, take a bullet for you, friends. Not that many. And that number dwindled as I got older.

But now, six weeks past my 50th birthday, I find myself sitting in a quiet cottage on the shores of Lake Huron, waiting for my oldest friends to rise from slumber. Who would have thought that I would find myself here, with six women that I have known since high school, celebrating our milestone birthdays, and the upcoming departure of one of our pack? I had lost touch with these women since my move to university, and admittedly, some of them were better at staying in touch with me, than I was at staying in touch with them. But they welcomed me back into the fold, no questions asked about distance, or time apart. And for that I am grateful.

With Thanksgiving recently passed, I am thankful for the strong women in my life, and there are more than I knew. They offer inspiration, courage, and are willing to share their strength whenever I need it.

Friendships are more about quality than quantity. But sometimes, there’s more quantity there than you knew.