Me, Laurie, Bobby, Lucy, and Christy

Me, Laurie, Bobby, Lucy, and Christy

The other night, I went out with a bunch of friends and halfway through the night, the thing I noticed the most was how much laughing was going on. All throughout the night, we talked over each other and through each other, but we laughed and laughed and laughed.

It’s not as if we didn’t talk about sad things, because we did. We talked about a local couple that had been murdered (the bodies have just recently been located), we talked about sex trafficking in the world, we talked about bears, and we talked about sharks.

But, we also talked about underwear and how we sometimes need to buy bigger pairs. Okay, when I say “we,” I really mean me.

It’s been almost five months since I talked about this horrible thing that happened to me when I was young. The thing is, we’ve all got something. I’m not exclusive in my painful past.

I’m thankful that I have God to rely on, but I’m also thankful that I have friends to get me through the hard times: to commiserate with me in my quest for new underwear and a whole host of other things.

I think, sometimes, as mothers, we stay at home and clean the house and feed our families and take care of our yards, and we feel guilty if we take a night off to spend with friends.

Since getting cancer all those years ago, one nice thing I can say for sure, I’m thankful I’ve been able to slow down a bit and not take these precious moments (like shown in the above picture) for granted.

Hug your friends, people, hug your friends. Tell them that you love them. And by all means, get together with them soon.