It’s gonna be a good life…

Left our annual girls’ weekend this morning with the sun shining, blue skies, sunroof open. A little sad because it may be an entire year before all seven of us are together again. “Good Life” was on the radio- a fitting song for our group. The seven of us have basically known each other for twenty-five years; smaller groups of us have been together since birth.

Hope was late!!!

Jana came first, in December, then me, in January, Lee and Hope in April. In kindergarten, Lori’s family moved to town. Allison joined us in the 4th grade. Then Tracy came from Byron at the start of 9th grade. We have been scattered across the United States and have migrated back. There have been weddings, babies, fur babies, and celebrations. This group has also seen its share of broken hearts, loss, and death.

Three of us have lost parents; one has lost a child.

Our conversations this weekend ran the gamut, and hasn’t changed much from our high school discussions – parents, boys, and now includes our husbands, kids, pets, and good eye cremes. We were asked to show our IDs at dinner, but suspect that our kind waiter was just doing his job and did NOT mistake us for a group of sorority chicks.

I guess the point of this post was to simply say that we seven girls have really had a “Good Life,” and it’s been good together – even if it’s only once-a-year together. These strong, beautiful women are my friends, and I think we’ve turned out pretty awesome! Love y’all -

 

Jana A - September 23, 2012 - 8:59 pm

And now I’m sitting here weeping. What a beautiful post. I was just writing one myself! But you have the good pictures :) Love all of you to death!

Amy Hiley - September 24, 2012 - 12:58 am

I just re-read it and now I’m crying too, Jana! :)

Layne - September 25, 2012 - 1:50 am

Love this!! Beautiful pic… beautiful friendship!

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