I have a hard time with change in my personal life.
Two examples: I married my first real boyfriend, and I’ve had all the same friends since middle school.
When I find a good thing, I just can’t let go.
Like how I feel about Gain laundry detergent and Hebrew National Hot Dogs.
Most friendships disintegrate over time.
Looks tarnish. Picture frames get dusty. Conversations get stale.
The chemistry changes.
It’s not to say that the eight of us haven’t changed over the years – we have.
From awkward teenagers, to sexy sorority girls, to beautiful brides to MILFs. (Someday we’ll be the hottest damn bunch of Red Hat Society ladies you’ve ever seen.)
Marriage, pregnancy, childbirth, miscarriage, promotion, heartbreak, depression, new cities and new friends.
It’s hardened us. It’s softened us.
But together we feel like home.
We feel young, and pretty, and free again.
Our annual girls trip is like spending four days in a time warp.
It’s 1998 all over again (which P.S. was the year most current college students were BORN. Gross.)
Karen is still planning the day’s activites and Megan telling her how to do it more efficiently.
Amanda is doing impressions of Austin Powers, and Michelle is giggling uncontrollably.
Carla is exaggerating her story, but we forgive her because she has on the CUTEST outfit.
Is Kim STILL on the phone with Gibby?
Gina is dancing around the living room, and Julie is putting on her eyeliner – cross-eyed.
And so it goes for 17 years.
This year was the first time we decided to bring our husbands along.
We were apprehensive.
But as soon as Alastair started singing Wiz Khalifa and Todd started dancing like Magic Mike, we knew we’d made the right decision.
Our husbands were inseparable. They didn’t need us, the way we didn’t need them.
It certainly wasn’t a romantic getaway (except for Carla and Mike, you lovebirds, you…) more like a family reunion without the matching T-shirts (although we did have matching Tervis Tumblers thanks to Megan’s dad!!)
What I realized is that “best friends forever” takes work – a lot of work.
Just like a marriage.
It takes email chains with 10,000 entries and too many words.
It takes texting inside jokes at midnight.
It takes forgiving each other when we’re hurtful, and cheering each other on in beer pong.
It takes hugs, and apologies, and calling each other out when our underwear lines are showing.
It takes slapping each other in the face when we’re being crazy.
It takes never giving up.
It takes time.
If you want something bad enough, you work for it.
I vow to work harder this year on my friendships, and I encourage you to do the same.
They’re worth it.
I love you girls, and I can’t wait until Nashville 2016!