Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Were there when times got heckuva tough. When I was pregnant every year. When I hadn't seen Dr. Gooch, in what felt like months. And, we all survived those Med School and Residency years. It's been a handful of years now and most of us are done having babies. All of us have gotten to know the men we married again and have watched them have a bit more of that novelty: free time. And, we are all still friends and fall easily into conversation and drive our waiter crazy.
Beautiful, strong women. I discover more about myself each time I see them.
That was Friday.
The rest of the weekend, we retreated with a smaller five-member group of Ya-Yas, to the rolling hills of northern Utah. We stayed up mind-blowingly late and then stayed in bed as long as we wanted.
Rebecca flopped onto her stomach at the foot of mine and we resumed the chatting to my sheer delight. So. Much. Chatting.
I caught Lara on film in embarrasingly perfect poses and we spoke in the early hours of splurging on milk and meat.
Tasha hosted with the mostest even without weekend WiFi--a feat, my dears.
And Wise Amy, mother of FIVE (including the twins Simon and Beatrice) is looked up to by me (except when I'm wearing heels...and, actually, even then).
Until next year my dears!!!