Last Wednesday I hosted a Christmas party. It was a quick impromptu excuse to get my hometown friends under the same roof before we scatter again and my parents move out of the house we’ve called home for nearly fifteen years.
Pictured above are the girls and their mothers whom I’ve known the longest. (Only Lauren and her mother Susan are missing, held up by family engagements on the other side of town.) We all met in preschool (if not before) and have stayed fierce friends over decades and distances and dramatics that would test the toughest soldier.
We are also neighbors, having grown up in the same fantastic neighborhood called Northtown. And our moms (all but one are present above) are best friends, true blue for many, many years. How lucky can we be?
Clockwise from top left, my Christmas presents: Karolee (mother of Kristen), Sana (mother of Carey), Carey, Kristen, Beth, Peggy (mother of Jane, Emily, and me), Ellen (mother of Maggie), Maggie, Maria, Emily (my baby sister), Jane (my sister face), Chelsea, Ellen (mother of Maria and Chelsea), and me.
Maybe next year we’ll invite our fathers too.