Imagine this picture taken in 1997. A time before flat irons existed, sausage roll bangs were in, and Umbro shorts with Adidas shoes for girls were the fad.
Thank goodness that exact picture is buried in my boxes alongside other middle school and high school memorabilia. But it exists. Same girls, same pose. Except we were sitting in chairs in a row brushing each others’ frizzy hair. This group of my friends have known each other since we were in grade school (or since birth for me since the brown curly-haired beauty is my cousin). We experienced so much of our youth together; the good, bad, and everything in-between. We remained friends through college, celebrated each others’ weddings, and are still friends today. We may not all see each other as much as we wish, but when we get together, we pick up right where we left off.
Erin hosted all of us and our families for a summer cookout a few weeks ago. It was such a blessing to spend the day with this group of friends, their husbands, children, and niece and nephew. We vowed to plan at least two of these get-togethers every year, and I look forward to seeing this group continue to grow.