When you're fifty you feel like you're all alone...quite often. Your friends are busy. And when you're busy you don't notice, until you retire, take a pause and wonder what you want to do all day. Where are your friends to play with you? They are there! It took me a good long minute, or a good long year to reconnect and be in awe of the fabulous friends I have found in fifty years! Each friend is from a different phase of my life and they are still right there when I need them. It takes a Mom to die, or a significant calendar event to cross paths again closely. Bam! There she is! Aly Babba- my gutta sister from my early twenty's when we danced on tables in Mexico and camped out under the stars in San Felipe...she had girls and I had a boy so we went new directions for 20 years. But Aly is always there for a hug and "I get you because you're the salt to my pepper!" ha! We have homes on the same street in Montana and even guttered in her driveway for her daughter's 21st birthday!
Then there's Michele. -she saved me when I broke my arm and I love her weekly check-ins
Terri Shives - she saved my boy with her mother's intuition, my tribe
Terri Franklin - she paddled across the ocean with me to Catalina, warrior strength
Karey - she is my Tuaca sister, climbing mountains
Stacey - my college roomate that never let go, and excellent therapist just giver her an hour
Laura - quite politically different, but a sister alike in a dozen other wonderful ways
Kate - could be mayor of Montana, she is my example of what a woman can do, anything
New friends - Beth, Sherri, Stephanie, Mayre, Helen, Laura, Abby, Jenni
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