As we sat around the table the next morning eating breakfast and talking, everyone agreed that the addition of Allen had made it feel just like the sleepovers from our youth.
Allen represented our “Moms” when we were kids – calling at us to turn down the TV, to go to sleep, to be quiet.
It was our job now that we had kids. The “Mom” job. Really, no sleepover is complete without a Mom calling, “It’s time to settle down now and get some sleep.”
I had been worried about how awful I look in the morning, but as it turned out no one else looked very good the next morning either. And it was okay. We sat around the table with our contact lenses safely in their cases, our glasses on, our makeup off, and everyone’s hair stickingup in the wrong places. We had a good laugh at each other, and we raved at the wonders of cosmetics.
Seeing each other like that seemed to bind us closer as friends.
It was as though we had passed the “for better or for worse” stage of friendship. This probably wasn’t “worse” but it was “bad”, and we knew we could handle more.
We raised our glasses of orange juice and toasted “The Girls” – a group of friends now four years old. We basked in the rarity of this friendship of six women, who in the middle of their lives were willing to start some things from scratch – when that can be a little scary. We silently toasted our courage – because it can be hard to drop your guard and make new friends when you are a grownup. We toasted this new friendship, because it is a wonderful thing to meet people who see your flaws, and will still be your friend.
I think those are things worth toasting, don’t you?