I would like to share the following article “About Women” with all my dearest friends, especially my girlfriends, who help make my life work.
A young wife sat on a sofa on a hot humid day, drinking iced tea and visiting with her Mother.
As they talked about life, about marriage, about the responsibilities of life and the obligations of adulthood, the mother clinked the ice cubes in her glass thoughtfully and turned a clear, sober glance upon her daughter.
"Don't forget your girlfriends," she advised, swirling the tealeaves to the bottom of her glass.

“What a funny piece of advice,” the young woman thought. “Haven't I just gotten married? Haven't I just joined the couple-world? I'm now a married woman for goodness sake, a grownup, not a young girl who needs girlfriends! Surely my husband and the family we'll start will be all I need to make my life worthwhile!'”
But she listened to her Mother; she kept contact with her girlfriends and made more each year. As the years tumbled by, one after another, she gradually came to understand that her Mom really knew what she was talking about.
As time and nature work their changes and their mysteries upon a woman, girlfriends are the mainstays of her life.
Times passes…
Life happens…
Distance separates…
Children grow up…Love waxes and wanes…
Hearts break…
Careers end…Jobs come and go…
Parents die…
Colleagues forget favors…
Men don't call when they say they will…
BUT…
A girlfriend is never farther away than needing her can reach.
When you have to walk that lonesome valley, and you have to walk it by yourself, your girlfriends will be on the valley's rim, cheering you on, praying for you, pulling for you, intervening on your behalf, and waiting with open arms at the valley's end. Sometimes, they will even break the rules and walk beside you. Or come in and carry you out.
When we began this adventure called womanhood, we had no idea of the incredible joys or sorrows that lay ahead. Nor did we know how much we would need each other. Every day, we need each other still...
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