What are you up to this weekend? I am really, really excited to head to the beach (my favorite place forever and ever) with some of my best girlfriends. We started going to the beach together as soon as we had our licenses, so that means we’ve been making great beach memories for 12 years. It’s fun to see how the dynamic changes over the years as we each enter different seasons, and yet it stays the same too. I like watching how we are all turning into our parents (OK, our mothers) in one way or another. Having that longevity to our friendships and knowing each others families and backgrounds is such a sweet familiarity that I can take for granted, but am learning to appreciate.
I love my parents and my friends’ parents and I imagine they must have all prayed similar things for their daughters. Because if I ever have a daughter, I would want her to have what I did (and still do) in my high school girlfriends. We hung out together and at each others houses all through high school and were good influences on each other. My friends families were great influences on me too. There are eight of us, and as far as I remember not one of us dated in high school. (And I’d argue that my friends are all ridiculously beautiful, but I don’t think I’d even need to argue – you can just look at them.)
Sure, there were plenty of times in high school that I wished I was popular, had a boyfriend, or didn’t go to prom with a bunch of girls in a limo that almost didn’t make it in my mile-long gravel driveway and then got lost on the way to the venue making us late. But that prom story is the type of bizarre experience that becomes hilarious after the fact, and those frustrations in high school? They are so awesomely minor.
If I ever have a daughter, I would want something like that for her: a haven of loyal friends who love Jesus and make life hilariously fun in high school and for years and years to come.
Shew. I think I just gave myself a pep talk to pray for Dax’s future friends! And for his spouse. At Meagan’s wedding (one of the blondes of our crew) her father-in-law gave the sweetest speech, and I mean SWEETEST. He shared how even before he had children, he began to pray for their spouses. Maybe I just love the peace of knowing that others are covering me in prayer, but wowzers – how cool is it that Meg had another set of parents praying her through life and for her marriage? And you know they were praying some rocking prayers for their son too, if they were that committed to someone they hadn’t even met yet.
I haven’t posted in such a long time, so I have a hoarders amount of fun links for you to check out at your leisure. Enjoy and let me know in the comments which you liked best.🙂 Happy weekend!
This Stage of Life? It’s Hard. And this stage of life is beautiful, too. Like, really really beautiful. (This sums up how I feel so well that I wish I could say that I wrote it!)
A letter to moms from Joanna Gaines.
Obituaries My Mother Wrote For Me While I Was Living In San Francisco In My Twenties. (The yoga one. Hilarious.)
“It’s true: I believed I was good or too whatever to live my own ordinary life. I thought God was only “out there” – in the important work of the Kingdom which I had somehow come to believe was only visible or important or famous or set-apart.”
On Danish parenting and the importance of reframing as a parent.