Megan Again: Soul Sisters

Megan Again: Soul Sisters
By Megan Wirts

My cup is full today.

I’m not talking about my coffee cup; I mean of course that’s full too. I’m talking about my cup of love. I’m going to get really mushy gushy, ooey gooey, lovey dovey here and I’m not talking about my husband or my small people either.

I’m talking about my best friends. My friends that know me inside and out. The ones that show up when I need them and know when I need... 

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...a strong cup of coffee or a strong shot of something else. I love these girls so much I feel like my heart is going to burst out of my chest!

This weekend the four of us were finally together again. Three of us live within a few hundred feet of each other and one lives a few states away. A few times each year  the stars align and our schedules and busy lives allow us to be in the same place at the same time and it is truly a glorious thing.

We ate an obscene amount of sushi and tacos and drank more wine and tequila than we normally do. Most importantly though we were together. We were able to sit face to face instead of screen to screen.

As the weekend came to an end and we all went back to our homes and our lives, I feel revived in a way. Every time we are together I am reminded of how much I need my girlfriends. The older I get the more I need them. We have seen each other through our awkward middle school phases, high school, college, marriage, divorce, death of loved ones, the births of our babies, miscarriages, life changing illness and everything else in between.

These women are my chosen sisters and the family that fills my soul. I love their children as if they came from me and they love mine just the same. We dream of a time when we can all live in closer proximity. By close we mean in a giant house on a lake where we wake up every morning and drink coffee together on our balcony.
These women are my sounding board, my therapists and my fashion advisors. We love each other enough to say that the perm was probably not a good idea,won’t let you have a wardrobe malfunction, and yet will  not judge if you choose to wear a low cut dress that shows off the girls.

They will never post an unflattering photo of you on Facebook, even if they look super cute in it, they will retake it until we all look cute. It’s what good friends do. They are the ones that I trust to pluck my eyebrows and my chin hairs if I am ever in a coma or when my hands stop working and I just can’t do it anymore. For real, this is important stuff.  

When these women hurt, I hurt. When they celebrate, I celebrate. These women make me think about things that I never would without them. Deep philosophical stuff. They have helped me through some of the most difficult moments of my life. They hug me and cry with me and laugh with me until we pee a little. There is no jealousy and we are not in competition with each other, unless we are playing a game then all bets are off!

They know exactly the right thing to say or not to say. We do not judge each other or try to change each other, but if we see one of us making a huge mistake we will let them know. We tell each other the truth and we don’t hold back, but we also let each one of us live the life we choose.

I know my husband appreciates my relationship with my girlfriends. In fact, he encourages it. He knows when it’s been too long and I need a friends fix. Apparently I’m a lot nicer when I have had sufficient grown up girl time. We all win. I firmly believe that my marriage is stronger because of my girlfriends. I am a better mother because of my girlfriends. I am a better human being because of my girlfriends. Calling these women friends isn’t enough, they are my heart and my soul.

My one true hope for my daughter is that she will find friends like mine. I don’t care if she gets married, has babies or what kind of career she chooses. I just hope she can find her soul sisters.
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Without mine, my life would not be complete.