“I look to my left. I look to my right. It won’t matter who I can see. She means something to me.”
15 years ago, I met these girls. And I had no idea how much life they’d be willing to live with me.
Each year, at Christmas, we try to get together. And we have the best time. It’s like time, in terms of our connections, has stood still. Whether we’re talking about babes. Or job changes. Or dreams. Or health issues. Or parents. Or loves. Or the past. The past when we all shared bedrooms and even, at times, beds. The past where we partied til dawn. The past where we prank called and wore jammies to class. The past where we had candle passings and celebrated our biggest and hardest moments together… like family… like sisters. The past that meant in sharing our letters we would be share our lives. Not just for college. But for the entire life from there on out.
Some years there are more of us. Some there are less. Some we meet up with spouses. Some without. Others, like this year, there were kids running around. Babies in bellies. Beers in hand. Laughs upon laughs laughs. And even, boob showings… because well, sorority girls. Just kidding. Kinda.
We just get each other. And whether I have hair or not. Have boobs or not. Am drinking or not. I love every single moment we get to have together.
I am more thankful than I’ve ever been for these women that God sent me when I was just 18. They are exactly the tribe that he knew I’d need. And I can only hope that I am even just a portion as vital to them as they are to me.
“I look to my left. I look to my right. It won’t matter who I can see. She means something to me. She’s Phi Mu to me.”
