There are few things that make me giggle more than time girl time. I think one of the hardest things about living in Texas was not having consistent sleepovers where conversations were silly-centric back and fourths about boys or life in general. On the contrary, one of the things I'm most looking forward to about living in South Dakota is the ensuing sleep overs with my original group of girls.
I've been in New Jersey just shy of a week and last night when I came home from a graduation party with a friend, Melissa, the friend I'm staying with, and I melted right into "girl" mode. I volunteered to pick up a father's day card for her husband after she told me it slipped her mind. So, when I arrived home, father's day card in tow, I launched into an elaborate story about the plethora of cards I had to choose from, spending at least three minutes describing the mini book in the father's day card section, that detailed farts and their origins. I, of course, wanted to buy the fart card, but considering my purchase was on behalf of another, I refrained. As I relayed the hilarious details of my carding adventure to Melissa, she laughed and interrupted with commentary on the different type of cards I told her about (we both literally broke down with laughter about the fart card). Our hallway, nighttime conversation took me back to girlhood, when giggling was common and stress wasn't even a defined part of my vocabulary, where sleep came easy and play didn't ever seem like a necessary chore.
My girlfriends, from the beginning of my time to now, have shown me that love is laughter and comradery, special bonds that bend and weave with time.
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