Don’t you just love friendship? I mean it. People in your life that are truly only there by choice and whose ultimate goal is to make you feel seen and heard and loved. Again, there by choice. Your friends don’t have to be your friends. They choose to be. As well as, you choose to be theirs. These people… they are the true MVP’s.
My gal pal, Holly, the curly haired bent over in laughter in the above picture sent me this photo last week and it brought tears to my eyes. I miss these people. I have seen these particular girls in this photo once a week for Wednesday dinner for 10 years. Jessica, the blonde, gracefully posed in laughter has been my friend for 25 years.
As these weeks pass by, I have become emotional on more than one occasion thinking on how much friendship means to me. A friend is basically a therapist, a counselor, a 24/7 emergency hotline… a companion, a cook, a host, a shoulder to cry on, a fashion critic… all of it… everything… and for free. For no dollars, y’all. Just friendship.
Isn’t that crazy to think about? The relationship between two people. The bond. The desire to spend time together. And… even crazier… what that time does for our spirit. For our soul. Real life balm.
My friendships are all so unique. And literally complete my life. All of them. I have one gal pal that is my go-to. The one I can tell all the things. All the hypes and all the gripes. (You know who you are). My therapist suggested this to me a couple of years ago. She said, pick someone… preferably not family… and ask them if they will be your person. Ask them if they have the capacity to handle your word vomit when you need them to. This gal said yes. I can say everything I say to her to all of my other friends… but as to not overwhelm others or talk too much about one thing over and over until my heart heals and possibly feel insecure about saying the same thing AGAIN, I tell it to her… AGAIN. We have been friends for years but she’s the one I can just say it all too. We check in often and see each other when we can but always… without a doubt, we can call to celebrate or cry. Either one. I need this girl.
And then I have my American Stories crew. The gals shown above, minus a couple. We meet weekly for dinner and catch up on life. We have a group text we talk through during the week so that Wednesday nights are like the in person catch up on all the things nights. We order dinner. We eat, we laugh, we cry, we cheer, we brainstorm, we grieve, we encourage. These girls are so smart. They are all who I would be if I was someone else. They are my friends but they are also my mentors. I need these people.
And then I have The Hive. A new formed group through new formed relationships. I’ve known these girls less than a year… except one. We are dream defenders for each other. We all have a goal whether it be writing, hosting, creating, etc. These are the girls that I just straight up strategize with. I mean it is like down and dirty list making, note taking, link texting, hype-it-up-you-are-the-best-and-can-DO-THIS-dinners. I need these people.
I have my encouragement group. Ladies from all walks of my life. About them… Needed.
I have my friends that own businesses. The ones I can cry and complain and laugh and relate to about all the crazy people we deal with on the daily. There are a few of us that meet at Dunston’s monthly and sit at the same, very poorly lit table in the corner and order all the shrimp cocktail and devour the salad bar together. These ladies are tough. Tougher than me. Lord, I need them.
I have a friend whom I had to fight for recently. To apologize to. To reconcile with. To say… I was wrong and I’m so sorry. Our friendship was worth it to me. I need her.
Y’all… the list goes on… my State Fair crew, my Britt Britt, my new Rockwall friends, my Tate Farms friends, my Sunday Supper friends, my event industry friends, my Camp Well friends, my high school friends, my church friends, my Instagram friends, my Facebook friends, MY FRIENDS THAT READ MY BLOG POSTS… and SO MANY MORE.
My friends are not “categorized”… although my little groups may make it sound that way. They are all the same. I can see how they make me who I am. What piece they add to the Melissa Tate puzzle. How their lives and their personalities and strengths and gifts make me better. I need them. All of them.
And y’all I miss friendship. I miss meals together. I miss hugs and cheek kisses and dinner parties and last minute lunches. And seeing my friends face to face… I miss it all.
This week, let’s reflect on friendship. Let’s pray for those friends, send them a little note in the mail, a text, call them and y’all let’s give some thanks for them. I can not wait to see you all again. You are the thing I have truly missed in this season.
I found a little recipe for Friendship Tea… I think my mom used to make this or give it away as Christmas gifts. I plan to make a cup, sit outside and think about each and everyone of you. I am so so glad to be your friend.
Sunday Offering: Friendship
Every time you make a cup of this, I encourage you to think about your friends. Pray for them, reach out to them and be thankful for them.
1/2 cup instant tea, unsweetened
1 cup sweetened lemonade mix
1 cup Tang
1 tsp ground cinnamon
1/2 tsp ground cloves
- Combine all ingredients and mix well.
- Store in an airtight container, like a mason jar.
- To serve, mix 2-3 tsp of tea with 1 cup of boiling water in a mug.
- Add more mix if desired.