Posted January 17, 2012 by
Last weekend one of my best friends got married, and I’m still welled up with joy-filled tears from the experience.
My in-laws are currently reading my book for the first time, and one of my mother-in-law’s comments after finishing it was that she felt glad that I have so many lovely friends in my life. I think sometimes people have a misperception about how many friends I tend to surround myself with, but the simple truth is that they are my family. The ten or so women that I consider myself incredibly close with are all the most incredible kind of women, and in some ways, all of them combined create a force not unlike the one my mother brought to my life. Their qualities of nurturance, passion, creativity and femininity all pulled together fill me up in a way that is almost indescribable.
My friend Liz (above) was the only friend of mine to attend my wedding. We shared a bed the night before I got married and falling asleep next to her that night was such a comforting experience. As another friend explained to his daughter this past weekend, we have families that we are born into and families that we choose.