I don’t really remember the first time we met. You know how it is with long-time friends– you feel as though you’ve always known each other.But there had to be that first time, when I sat in someone’s living room and realized that I’d lucked into finding a group of women who welcomed me into their circle.
We come from California, Kansas, Louisiana and Arkansas. Lisa’s New Orleans roots are evident in her joie de vivre and the easy rhythm of her speech. We either work or stay at home, with changes in the equation over the years. Janiele, the youngest member of the group, cracks us up with tales of her misadventures as Little League mom, scout leader, and structural engineer. We’re busy mothers, but not too busy for the annual trip to Arnold.
|Stocking up on snacks for the weekend at our favorite roadside stand|
The third stop is the town of Murphys, where we sit down in the dining room of the Murphy’s Hotel and order our favorite breakfasts: Irish oatmeal, eggs and biscuits, or French toast.
We go out for dinner to the local place we like. More wine, good food, and laughter loud enough to earn curious looks from the other diners. We pile in the car for the short drive back to the cabin. We’re happy, full, and tired.
To be continued