“Some people go to priests, others to poetry, I to my friends.” – Virginia Woolf
There has never been a truer word spoken for the relationship I have with my friends, and the one they have with me.
Last week on my birthday, I was reminded just how lucky I am to have such magnificent women to call my friends. Flowers arrived, cards were sent, and a beautiful scarf came hand delivered. All with the most heartfelt sentiments attached.
The thing is, this email was about gratitude. She was thanking me for being her friend. This woman who has done so much for me. Who is always on the other end of the phone, day or night. Who has gone through work changes, marriage, pregnancies, and finally babies, with me, by my side, was thanking me.
But it is me who is the lucky one. I have been blessed with a group of girls, some of whom I have know since kindergarten, others who I have met later in life, but all who share the same values as me.
They love their families, their partners, and most of all, they love their friends as fiercely as I love mine.
I’ll never feel alone with women like this in my life. I just hope they know how much I appreciate and love them all, and that I will always be here, despite how sleep deprived I am, or chaotic my life seems, to be that ear they can turn to.
And with that, I’ll leave you with this thought;
“Do not save your loving speeches
For your friends till they are dead;
Do not write them on their tombstones,
Speak them rather now instead.” – Anna Cummins