I’ve never been a very conventional person when it comes to relationships. Sometimes I wonder what my husband was even thinking when he proposed. He will joke about how Ariel from The Little Mermaid is the perfect woman when she has legs and can’t talk. Yes, totally chauvinistic, I know. But here’s the joke to that one…he married me. I’m loud, I’m opinionated, I often speak without thinking and my sentences….well, let’s just say they’re not short. So he may joke about a woman who can’t talk but take heart in knowing he’s married to a woman that he hardly gets a word in edgewise with.
In my friendships I’m selective. I’ve had a good go ‘round with bad friendships, unreliable girlfriends, two-faced girlfriends – you name it. It took me twenty years to stumble upon someone worth hanging onto that I wasn’t related to. And her name was Kristi. She was a Polynesian Mormon with a hearty laugh and a creative wit. I met her on a fan-based website when she submitted a review for one of the very first attempts at writing I posted online. That was nearly ten years ago now and though we don’t talk as much as we used to, she’s still one of the best friends I have. The other two – Christy and Catey (better known as Kitty by the four of us) live in Colorado and Tennessee. We’re living proof that distance cannot destroy closeness and that sometimes the people you meet on the internet really do make the lasting impressions that carry with you through your life. These girls were unexpected rays of light in my life. We’ve struggled together, changed together, flourished together. We’ve saved one another and by saved I mean everything from saving a struggling marriage to saving a life. It may seem extreme, but the truth is there. My ladies stood by me, fought for my marriage when others said “leave him.” They didn’t just believe in me – they believed in us. They believed that my husband and I could make it through the crisis we were going through and come out the other side stronger than we were when we went in. And they were right. And in retrospect, we each played our role in bringing one or two back from the brink, though the stories are not mine to tell. Catey and Kristi both flew up for my wedding, spending a week and a half helping me conquer cold feet, make decorations and act as insurmountable pillars of support. Christy was a late comer to our group but accepted with open arms. For my birthday which wasn’t all that long ago she and Catey made a road trip for a surprise drop in.
The reunion of all four of us has been a year in the making and comes to the forefront in less than a day. We continually refer to the week we’ll spend together as epicenes. And I am sure it will be. I face it with a mix of pure joy and anxiety. This will be the longest I have ever been away from my daughter. I know this will be good for each of us. We are ridiculously attached to one another. She needs to learn that it’s okay for mommy to be away and that she will come back and I need to learn to trust others with my baby girl. It’s going to be difficult but I’m looking forward to spending some time with three women who, next to my sister and mother, matter more to me than anything in this world. I hope that one day my daughter has friendships that are as strong, understanding and lasting as ours. It would be a blessing to know she had women so strong and so wonderful drop so unexpectedly into her life.