Women

I've had some conversations about women lately. Women as friends, women's ministries, women as singles and girlfriends and wives. The irritating way women laugh and sigh together in large groups when someone tells a story about a child. The moments like in Sleepless in Seattle where Meg Ryan and Rosie O'Donnell finish the quote together about the refrigerator with the big red bow.

My mom has a group of friends, the "Udders," who collect cow-themed kitsch, vacation together, and always meet to play Canasta during the Superbowl, pausing only long enough to watch the commercials. She also has the "Yas," a small group of post-Girl-Scout friends with whom she shares motherhood and middle age and life.

I don't have my well-defined groups yet, and I don't really see the need for titles. But I've got my B-ton girls, and my girls from undergrad with whom we always have to share at least two nights--one with husbands, one without. My hometown friends have scattered, but they're always there.

All this reflecting is really just me being thankful. And it was inspired by this video, which made me cry but was totally worth the five minutes.