In about 36 hours I'll hop into a car with three girlfriends and drive to the mountains for our yearly weekend retreat.
Wait... listen... can you hear that? It's little angels singing. Lalalalalelelelalatralaaa.
There will be some relaxing, some story sharing, some eating and drinking, and definitely lots of laughing.
When I met these women, we were each expecting our first child. The shared excitement and anticipation of the unknown and imminent future made us instant companions. And as we entered the wobbly road of motherhood, our friendship was strengthened by the experiences we endured simultaneously. We shared the good moments, the difficult moments, and the downright bloody awful ones.
A life without friends is a lonely and boring one.
Tomorrow we remember those who died in 911 and the friends and families left behind. One way to remember those that are gone, is to cherish those still here.
So go on, hug a friend and tell them you love 'em. Warm fuzzies guaranteed.