This weekend I had the pleasure of spending time with a my good friend, Kay. She lives about 50 miles from where I do, so we talk frequently on the phone, but it’s not the same as being together. We didn’t plan anything big for our time together; in fact for the first hour, all we did was laugh at silly things that had gone on since we last saw each other–over a month ago. It was a beautiful day, so we decided to drive about 20 miles to another quaint town and there we discovered a nice little “ladies” restaurant with unusually good food and beverages. After lunch we went to a thrift store to uncover treasures other people might have missed. Most people would think this outing was pretty boring.
Our time total time together was about five hours, but when we said goodbye with a hug, we felt lighter, happier and thankful we had such a good day together. We both were in a better place than before our meeting. It was like we both needed an infusion of each other. It’s something our husbands can’t provide.
Being with Kay, reinforced something I’ve always felt–there’s nothing as important to a woman as her friendships. Women NEED friends. And if you’re lucky, you have a whole stable of relationships with other women that will carry you through from girlhood to the grave. “Girl’s Days” of shopping, conversations over a cup of coffee, even a short talk over the backyard fence are all important events to most women. We seem to need a connection with one another. We enrich each other, support each other and help each other.
I guess it figures that these relationships are at the heart of my stories and novels. When men are gone, when children leave, girlfriends stay. These relationships are essential in everyday life, and crucial when times get hard. I always say a prayer of thanks for the women who have come into my life and want to stay. They are like gifts I never expected to receive.