“Wild west, west coast, these are the girls I love the most.”
Drea stopped all the squealing.
Her voice rang. “Hey girls?” We stopped tugging our tops and angling our faces at the mirror.
“Think about it,” she said. “We’re all happy.”
And one by one we all paused, retraced the steps of the last little while, and smiled a private smile.
She was right, and bless her forever for making us stop and bookmark this glorious summer.
We ARE all happy. And we’ve all got a toe in each others’ hot tub. None of us got where we are without each other. We all invested and we all paid off, and while it’s rarely that neat and tidy, that’s exactly what happens when women are each other’s friends.
Happy Birthday Lacey.
I hope you know that year after messy, unexpected year, your girls will always be your girls.