Once upon a time, these women were all strangers. Once upon a time, they were in high school while I was still playing hopscotch and kickball. Once upon a time they could have been my babysitters. They're moms, wives, best friends, sisters. And I'm lucky enough to call them my people.
They're sassy, they're funny, they're strong. They've paved the way for me. They taught me how to cook, how to love Jesus, how to make sure life is full of joy, how to be strong in the midst of intense personal crisis....how to forgive the people who have hurt you....i get weepy thinking about how much i love them.
And they let me play grown ups with them. These women who have lives that have ebbed and flowed and are full of more moxie and overcoming than I could ever hope to have.
I have no idea how we all came to be. Africa, maybe. A mission trip i didn't even go on where God broke my heart for a country I've never been to and for a group of women who i feel so fortunate to call pals.
It's weird to feel so grateful to know people. Like so happy that how ever I've haphazardly run my life, has lead me to this table. Where dirty dishes and empty wine bottles lead to full hearts and renewed faith in humanity.
So today, i'm thankful for me people. The one's who let me into their life and let me share their friends. The ones who just come from good stock, and love funny and good wine as much as I do.
Here's to the table. For the way it has changed us, for the roots that have been planted, and for being one more place that feels like home and its where i most want time to stand still.
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