delicious women

I am heading to LA this weekend to meet up with my two oldest and favorite girlfriends. N and E are part of my adolescence, my dating life, my pre-kid world.....many delicious moments in girlhood were shared with these two women. We are only in the same place every few years now - N is a world traveller and lives overseas (Syria, anyone?) and E lives in Southern California, which is a different state altogether. N was in Sri Lanka and was on the beach when the tsunami hit. She, along with her infant son, husband (and while 5 months pregnant) managed to survive due to the tremendous grace of a very small clothesline, each holding onto each other under the water until it finally receded. It was one of the scariest times in our lives - not knowing if N was alive and then hearing about her unbelievable ability to survive the unspeakable - with her family intact. Battered, but intact. N is my hero. E is my hero too, but for entirely different reasons. Have any of you had that one perfect friend? The one who never judges you, never gets mad at you, is so entirely happy and healthy in her own life that she literally doesn't need to work out her shit with, around, or near you? That's my girl E. She's my oldest and dearest friend.

So, we've conned all the daddies to keep all the babies (cheers to the men) and we get to share 24 hours of fantastic, unadulterated chick time. We all have kids ranging from 1-3, which is shocking in itself seeing as the daddies entered the picture in different decades from each other (almost, anyways) but we still managed to get ourselves knocked up around the same time, even though mine was unexpected, E's was IVF, and N's was the "hey let's make a baby and it worked on the first time trying" sort of deal.

I love these women. They are my sisters.