I spent the weekend in Vermont celebrating my friend, Lindsay. She is getting married next month, and I get to be her Maid of Honor.
Having “girl time” always leaves my heart feeling full. And, in this case, it has left me completely exhausted with a hoarse-sounding voice. It’s been a few years since I’ve found myself in the middle of a dance floor belting out the words to “Pour Some Sugar on Me”.
As we curled our hair and got ready to go out at 10:00pm, I felt so nostalgic remembering all the good times over the years. Like the first time I skied as an adult. She took me on a blue-which I felt was a black- and I could barely keep up. I was convinced my young-twenty-something knees would blow out simultaneously. As we snacked on cookies at 3am after dancing up a storm at the Wobbly Barn, I remembered all the nights out we had over the years.
We find ourselves constantly “remembering the time when…”. My friendship with Lindsay hasn’t always been perfect, and I wasn’t always a good friend. Being able to get ‘real’ and talk about it has made me realize what true friendship is. True friendship is when you can say, “Hey, I wasn’t loyal or genuine. I was immature and got caught up in some pettiness. I’m sorry.” True friends appreciate honest and know how to forgive. True friends don’t judge you for drinking sauv blanc in a bar full of ski-obsessed beer drinkers. They also don’t judge your dance moves.
Growing into a new life-phase with a friend is special. Reminiscing is the absolute best, but thinking about the future is even more exciting.