Call me lucky. I have the best friends on the planet. On my birthday--Income Tax Day--I received quite possibly the meanest email of my entire life, and no, it wasn't from the IRS. A few days later, my girlfriends threw me a surprise party at Frenchy's: pedicures for all.
I walked into the spa, filled with my friends...and--duh!--it didn't occur to me that every single one of my StrataGem group was there...for ME I'm sure it was comical how stunned I was that my girls were all in one place, a miracle of champagne! And strawberries! And chocolates! And treats! And so, so, so much love.
Above are Cindy--little miss FBI. And Miss Molly, finance guru.
And Niki (TV producer!) and Julie (anchorwoman!) and Kim (graphic designer!). And there's me (stupefied!).
And then, on a very hard day, Martha Brockenbrough met me for a writing date, bought me tea and a little cakey birthday treat. And then let me write my heart out next to her until I felt better. Now, that's a friend.
Today, I feel grateful for women who are there when a friend needs them to be.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
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Hi Justina, I wanted to drop you a note to say that I just now finished reading North Of Beautiful and I absolutely love love loved it! That is all. Oh, and happy belated birthday. ;)
Whatever made you so sad (and on your birthday!!!!) I am so very glad that you were redeemed by your friends.
That's the kind of power that women are made of.
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