The world sometimes makes it seem like once you are married, that is it. You have your best friend, your other half, and you should only want to be with them all the time. Socializing must be a couple thing, with perpetual even numbers. And I do love our couple friends, and it is awesome to live with my best friend.
But one thing I’ve learned in life is that our hearts are a lot bigger than we think, with a lot more room to love we assume. Having a new best friend doesn’t, at least it shouldn’t, mean pushing out the old ones. These women have cried with me over boys (including this one I married), told me when my skirt was too short for public, and stood by me through the years when I thought it was acceptable to scrunch my hair and call it a day. These women represent my childhood, my high school years, my time at college and my entry into adulthood. I hope to never not need my girlfriends.
As I mentioned in my last post, one of my college besties was in town last week for our friends’ wedding. I was photographing the wedding so I was busy for a lot of the day, but after the dancing had been going on for awhile my brother grabbed the camera and I hit the dance floor. Because sometimes you just need to dance with your girlfriends. They don’t care that your hair gets messed up and your dancing faces are ridiculous. They don’t care that you really only have two moves that must be repeated without ceasing or that both are a little awkward. They understand that you still feel entitled to dancing the single ladies song despite your marital status.
Here’s to girlfriends and dance parties.