I propose a toast
There's something very special about having close female friends.
I don't know about you, but I have quite a few acquaintances and casual friends. People I know, who are pleasant company, who I have things, mostly blogging or children, in common with. Who I enjoy spending time with. These people, male and female (but mostly female) 'cause that's just the way it seems to go - are awesome, and I love them.
But they're not quite the same as the handful of very close girlfriends I have. These women are my soul sisters, my heart friends, the people who keep me sane and remind me I'm ‘Lori' and not just ‘Mum'. These ladies aren't my friends because we have the kids the same age, or we both blog, or even because we live down the road from one another.
These women are my friends, my close friends, because they just are. Because they understand me most of the time; and when they don't understand me, they don't judge me. They are my friends because it doesn't matter where we are, or what we're doing, we have fun. Because we can talk for hours about absolutely nothing and everything, but if someone asked what it was we talked about, we couldn't name a single specific topic.
If you're lucky, and I hope you are, you know exactly what I'm talking about. There is no friendship more rewarding, more powerful, more steeped in the feminine existence, than that of two women who can speak to each other's souls.
My grandmother told me recently that for most of her adult life, she never had a close girlfriend. It wasn't until she was in her mid-seventies that she met a soul sister - a lovely woman, a fellow widow who lived close by. The two of them would meet for tea, go on outings together, compare gardens and pets and just generally have a natter about life.
My gran's best mate passed away just a few months ago. Naturally, Gran is grieving for her, missing her the way she would miss a limb, a husband, a child. She appreciated every second of their friendship. But that never makes grief any easier.
So, ladies of the Powder Room, if you will, I propose a toast. In honour of my Gran and her best girlfriend Daune, and the very special love they shared.
In honour of my girlfriends, particularly one by the name of Emma, who I've known for seventeen years.
A toast to you and your girlfriends, if you're lucky enough to have them, and the richness they bring.
To the power of the relationships of women, everywhere, all across the world.
Cheers to that.