Friendly Medicine

I'm off to youth Conference tomorrow.  I thought I'd leave you with a more positive post than that last one.



They say that laughter is the best medicine. If that's true then my immune system should be in full force today. I went to a girl's night with some friends last night.  We all lived in a townhouse community in West Valley.  When we lived there, we were young with growing families.  The weekend we moved in, I took a pregnancy test. Positive, of course.  I joined the legions (I'm not kidding) of women in our ward who were either expecting or nursing new babies. That year, there were over 40 babies born. Spencer was number 44.  Every fast Sunday, we had 4 or more blessings.  The mother's room was much too small, we had women nursing while sitting on the floor. It was great!
Years have passed, our kids are growing up.  We've moved on to new homes & neighborhoods.  But, though there are miles between us and so many changes- one thing has remained. Our friendship.
Last night, we told new stories and repeated old ones- Kim, I'll never look at a seal, or my boobs, the same again!  We ate and ate and ate.  We shared our disappointments and struggles.  (We have teenagers.) And we laughed.
Women and sisterhood are amazing things.  Men don't have this. Never will. I feel a bit sorry for them. Really.  We have a link to each other.  I'm pretty sure it's eternal and began before we can remember. It'll continue long after this life is over as well.
Now, I get to go to Youth Conference.  Best part? The women that will be there. I'm feeling healthier already.

Comments

  1. LiaAugust 1, 2011 at 12:05 AM

    I'm so glad someone took pictures! I totally spaced it and I had planned to try and get a group shot!
    I had a blast, a much needed time with friends! Let's do it again soon!

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  2. AnnalyshaAugust 1, 2011 at 4:34 AM

    I agree with Lia, I am glad that someone took some pictures. I am very grateful to have been able to be there and see everyone after so many years. I loved your words because it is so true and I am grateful for the women in my life who bless me and who have helped define who I am.

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  3. DebAugust 1, 2011 at 6:10 AM

    I am so sad that I wasn't able to get there. Way too much going on that day. I am glad that you took pictures too.

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  4. KimAugust 1, 2011 at 6:01 PM

    Had an absolute blast!! It was just like old times!

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