heart friends

I've heard that the Inuit people have a hundred words for snow. That in their land snow can be so different from hour to hour, day to day, that there must be more than one way to describe each type of snow. Maybe that's all a bunch of junk but I really do like the idea because it's how I feel about friends. "Friend" just doesn't seem like an adequate descriptor for the girl you occasionally have lunch with, the other mommies in your playgroup, the older lady from church you get a birthday card from without fail, and the women you empty your heart to within five minutes of walking in the door. How can "friend" work for all of that?

I've taken to describing my friends in different ways and the best thing I can think to call my book club girls is "heart friends". They know me. They accept me. They love me. They're not afraid to tell me when I'm full of, well, IT. I miss them more than I can put into words. I miss who I am when I'm with them. Six of us just spent the weekend together and I'd write more about it if I weren't already getting choked up for missing them. A few pictures will have to suffice.

Brandy, Susie, and Jodi - you'll get more details on the portal!

















Even though our sweet baby A is featured in several of these shots, this was actually a baby-free weekend (for the most part!). And being that five of the six of us are mommies of under two year olds that's no small feat. Which means a HUGE SHOUT OUT has to go to our husbands for making this happen. Collectively they rebooked tickets, were stranded in airports, kept multiple children, missed important meetings, drove hours with babies in the car, and (most importantly!) went without their incredibly hot wives for 72 hours. Check out that first picture again. I mean, come on, that couldn't have been easy. =)

Miss you girls.