It was delightful.
Erica and Michele, with their sweet babes in tow, dropped out of their hectic lives for a few days to give me some birthday lovin. (Christy was excused and completely missed but she recently birthed a babe and is adjusting to life with two and no sleep. We love you. We missed you.) And we carried on as we always do, loving on each others kids, laughing at things no one else would find funny and holding our own in a four-sided friendship that, as Erica pointed out at dinner last night, has spanned almost 20 years. I was reminded again how much I need these women and how thankful I am that the Good Lord placed these women in my life. He knew I would need them, really need them, and as I sat among them and listened to their collective stories, I felt with a fierce assurety that these women make me who I am more than my own DNA. Their examples and words and stories and experiences and kindness and love and sillyness and very breath make me so happy to be a woman, who, at 33 years and 364 days, loves every inch of her life but most importantly, the people in it.
Sidenote: we are seriously a nice, attractive group of women who used to be incredibly photogenic. And now we're just old and this was the best we could do but you get the idea.
Thanks ladies, for helping me ring in my thirty-fourth year as only you can. I adore you.