A group of my summer bike-riding friends have taken me into their circle. One of these three women loves The Bachelor, which has to be one of the silliest shows ever produced. The rest of us don't especially like the show, but we like each other.
Every Monday night we get together for dinner and The Bachelor. We eat and laugh and talk to the television and each other. We bet on things and cheer like this silliness matters. We drink wine.
Last night we gathered at my house. I bought red wine because they all prefer it. They brought white because red gives me headaches. That small kindness and the fact that they remembered touched me.
This morning, my house--freshly cleaned and sparkly all over--still echoes with the laughter and fun of women who like and support one another. Few things in life are more precious than good friends. I am so thankful to have found these women on the bike trail.
Now...if spring would only arrive.