Day 11

Day 11- Another picture of you with your friends

These are my friends Jen, Jen, and Sasha. I met them in Maine while my husband was stationed there. I met them when I took a job at the American Red Cross. When we first got to Maine I hated it. I came from Philadelphia. Maine was so "country" Nothing was open past 9, there was so much open space, no tall buildings. Long story short, 4 years later I left Maine kicking and screaming. In the four years I lived there these 3 girls were my family. They shared my smiles, my tears, my disappointments, they were with me for my first pregnancy, and were my strength. These girls became my sisters. Each one of these girls is unique and special. 


Jen (M) is the tomboy of our group. She loves sports, video games, "boy" movies. She would constantly call me asking for fashion advice claiming to be missing the part of the brain that could put an outfit together! She is always honest about her feelings, that's part of her charm. There is a long running joke that is probably a little inappropriate now that she's married that she was my husbands girlfriend. She would come over to hang out with me and end up talking to him about movies, video games and all kinds of stuff. 


Jen (O) is gentle, kind, caring. She's been through alot but no matter what she always has a smile on her face. And not in that annoying "i know you're faking how you feel" kind of way. In that "yeah, things might suck but I"m happy to be alive" way.  There is no way anyone could possibly dislike Jen. "That would be like someone hating thumper, no one hates thumper." Jen has demonstrated to me how love unconditionally and to truly be compassionate. She has a true love for life and I wish I could be a quarter of the woman she is. 


Sasha is the strongest woman I've ever met. She overcame so much. She worked full time while putting herself through nursing school. She's sweet, gorgeous, and very blunt. Sometimes she is a little inappropriate but it adds to her charm. She wouldn't be Sasha without the inappropriatness. And noone else could get away with it but her. She is the most generous person I know. She forever has my back. She is quick to admit when she's wrong (which she rarely is) If you are lucky enough to be able to call her your friend you are truly blessed. 


Whenever I go back to Maine we all get together and have dinner and watch movies. Usually something girly! I left a piece of my heart in Maine with each of these girls. And everytime I go back to visit I cry when I leave. 


These are the girls I referred to in a previous post. They humble me in ways I can't fully explain, they call me on my bullshit, and show me the meaning of love.