I’m all about girlfriends. I think I have the best ones. Seriously, I do. The only thing that so many of them lack are Arizona zip codes. This past weekend, a group of us traveled from Phoenix, Chicago, Washington DC, Dallas, Newport Beach, Huntington Beach, Seattle and Portland to Manhattan Beach, California to spend some overdue time with each other.
The weekend was perfect. Literally perfect. Easy. Fun. Relaxed. I don’t even know where to begin – it was all this and way more.
Knowing exactly which beach house each friend would pick.
The very dramatic Forbidden Fruit story.
Playing the “husband questions game” – our bachelorette tradition.
Conversations you can only have with your girlfriends.
Noticing the changes in our conversation topics. Mortgages?
Jaws dropping as Lisa cleared the dance floor with her moves.
These weekends are the best. They’re so anticipated, always go by too quickly and end with emotional goodbyes and counting down the days to the next reunion. Each trip reminds me how very blessed I am to have so many amazing girlfriends in my life… the kind who know everything about you – and still love and support you. Thanks for a fabulous weekend, girls! It’s one I know we’ll never forget. Miss you all tons.