As the pressures of life intensify, sometimes the difference between going after a dream and remaining passive is having someone say, ” I believe in you!” That is what our Fridays with friends group did. We believed in each other! As always, we arrived Friday at 6:00 Lynn in her cozy sweatpants , Jane adorned with a purse that was bigger than her, Sue wearing her favorite pink tank top with one of the Disney character on it and then there was me in my blue jeans and boots.
I always brought dessert, it was my time for experimenting and they were willing to be my Ginny pigs. Lynn always provided the main dish and they were always delicious. Jane movies and music, and Sue was the master decorator out of the four of us. She always brought scented candles, flowers and what ever else her creative mind came up with. We took turns bringing the drinks sometimes wine some times chocolate milk, it just depended on what we were celebrating.
We had made a rule that we to shed our burdens at the door as we bounced into the kitchen, carrying with us the crisp outside air and our share of the meal. I put whipped cream on the strawberry shortcake, Sue decorated the table with flowers and candles, Jane put on some light music, while Lynn warmed up the enchiladas she made and cut up the crusty French bread. The rich aroma of the food cooking filled the kitchen. I decided to propose a toast, “To life’s celebration!” We held our classes of chocolate milk together, waited for the sound of chimes and drank the milk of acceptance. This ritual was to remind us how much we enjoy each other.
As we enthusiastically ate, I realized it wasn’t just about the food it was about bursts of laughter, some nights were for prayer when one of us was faced with an insurmountable obstacle. There was Lynn’s mother’s heart surgery, Sue’s daughter’s nasty divorce; we had a special dessert the day it was final. And the Fridays rolled by one by one, steadily weaving threads of themselves into our lives, into the fabric of time. After our New Years dinner Lynn always insisted that we toast with champagne and take turns sharing our goals and dreams, toasting the New Year’s many promises. Then we each lived our lives as the months unfolded before us, filled with painful challenges and delightful surprises, as Fridays always came around.
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