this morning I was driving to work and heard a song on the radio that reminded me how much of a blessing it is to have “my people”- the ones you go to first with the good news and the bad, who you have goofy traditions with like taking pictures of silly faces, who have been with you on the days that feel totally insurmountable, who you’ve shared meals with and had meals delivered from, who pray for and with you and who know all about your crazy family and your worst habits. I have an amazing (and strangely assembled) friend group. 2 friends from college, another friend from my college but who I met at the restaurant we worked at over our shared love of (obsession with) Mulan, a dear friend who is the sister of an old friend, a friend whose kids I’ve babysat for 15 years, a sister in law, an aunt, my mom. and those are just some of the amazing women I get to call friends. I was (and am) completely overwhelmed when thinking about what a blessing it is to have these amazing ladies to share life and meals and joys and burdens with. I love the weird and beautiful ways God has given me these friendships. I don’t know what I’d do without my people.