As I was lounging on the dock by the lake this Saturday with a group of some of my dearest girlfriends, I was struck with how lucky I am. I place my girlfriends high on my list of important people in my life, and they do the same with me. One of my best friends and I often joke that if we ever find ourselves in the unfortunate circumstance of outliving our husbands we will move in together into our Golden Girl compound. We actually were talking about this one night in front of a group of our other friends and immediately we had people who wanted a spot in our compound. We laughed that night, but I think we both know we are dead serious.
This past Friday when reminding my husband I was going to the lake for twenty-four hours to celebrate my friend’s fortieth birthday, I was reminded of the Golden Girl conversation as my husband’s eyes got big, and he asked incredulously why going away to celebrate my friend’s birthday was necessary. It’s not that my husband doesn’t like my friend, in fact, he adores her. It was more the fact that he was panicking about the thought of having to entertain, feed, watch and tote my kids around all by himself. My kids both play baseball and the day was going to be packed for my husband.
I felt a twinge of guilt about leaving, but then I decided to squelch the guilt. This friend is one of My Golden Girls. She’s a friend who will always be there for me no matter what. Later that day at the lake, I got a text from a friend who said my hubbie was crumbling under the pressure of our children’s sports schedules. In fact, my youngest son missed his team baseball pictures because hubbie didn’t follow the schedule I wrote down for him. Men!
Once again, I questioned my decision to go to the lake, but once again my inner voice told me I had made the right choice. Not only did my husband get the benefit of seeing just how much I do and just how hard scheduling two boys lives can be while running his own life, my friend wanted me there to celebrate with her, and I wanted to be there to celebrate her. So, I texted my husband, made peace, and sat back to enjoy the rest of my day and night.
As the sun beat down on me, my mind started to turn and I realized my dearest friends are like family to me. I don’t think everyone is lucky enough to have friends like this, so I feel especially blessed to know women I can call any time of the day or night and ask for their help, people who will keep my secrets as their own, count my losses as their losses, and celebrate my triumphs as their accomplishments. These people will be sitting beside me, all of us silver-haired old ladies, cackling away at what a hoot we all are! How blessed I am to have such Golden Girls!
Do you have friends you consider to be Golden Girls? If so, what is the most important quality you think a friend needs to have?
Have a wonderful day!
The Marchioness of Mayhem