So for Mother’s Day this year, my dear bestie Lindsey and I got out of Dodge. We left our children in our husbands’ capable hands and gathered in San Francisco for a weekend of Girl Time, with complete support of our families.
Some might think it odd that we would choose this weekend (we were home by noon on Mother’s Day, just to be clear), but for us it was very apropos.
Linds and I became friends because of motherhood.
Though we had met and been friendly beforehand, it was our first pregnancies that bonded us 5 and 1/2 years ago. From the moment we heard each other’s news, we spoke candidly about everything from food cravings (or aversions) to childbirth fears. Nothing was off the table, and it has been that way ever since. We are devoted friends and love each other fiercely.
So our weekend away was marked with cocktails, conversation, sleeping in, and dwelling in each other’s good company, something we never seem to get enough of.
Though the time flew and we were sad to part, returning to our respective families was joyous, our souls replenished by what only the best of friends can provide.