I’m a girly-girl…
& was literally BORN obsessed with pink. Over the years, I like to think the admiration has evolved into more ‘sophisticated’ shades: Fuchsia..Maroon..Coral.. but let’s get real: bright pink, dark pink, light pink.
I can’t help it. Pink is my signature color.
The sight of flowers thrills me, both fresh and faux. Candles are a must (not happy unless fully stocked w/ golden apple & warm vanilla sugar). Plush pillows & blankets abound. Perfumes, lotions & potions cover the counter…I really do love all things girly.
I’m also a girl’s girl…
In a predominantly female family, it was easy to be a girl’s girl. Mom, sisters, cousins, aunts… these women made up my dearest friends all my life. But that wasn’t enough for me. I also sought after those chosen sisters; the ones who are not my blood, but my heart.
Ask any family member & they will affirm: Holly’s had a BFFE in every season of her life…& 20 more to boot.
But I needed them. All of them.
I needed their ears to listen when I was hurting as a young woman in this body. I needed their hands to help reach for the shirt at Target I just KNEW would look cute. I needed their feet to push those gas & brake pedals, pick me up (BC I couldn’t drive) & take me out to make memories. I needed their hearts love me. I needed mine to love them.
Wednesday night I hosted 4 very special girls. We had a fabulous time & it was their laughter, love & memories that inspired me to write.
I hadn’t seen Steph in so long – but the second she walked in, it felt like I saw her just yesterday. We were BFF’s navigating the awkward years of middle school, high school & college. But as life moved us forward, we saw one another less & less. She is now a stunning woman with a beautiful family; one that loves & serves Christ. And Wednesday night reminded me of why I fell in love with her to begin with: as I listened to her silly/crazy stories over some pepperoni pizza & pumpkin cheesecake, I immediately went back to those summers & sleepovers, when her outrageous personality cracked me up then too. I so love this girl.
Kaci is my “favorite cousin.” She’s addicted to Twitter & texting. She is VERY detail-oriented & that may be an understatement. I have these memories of coming home for the weekend from DBU. I’d want to sleep in on Saturday morning, but it never failed, if she was there, I had an alarm. She’d crawl into bed & beg me to tell every story I could recall from the week. And if somehow I missed a detail, she’d stop & say, “Wait, go back – Ok, then what did she say? Ok, what was her tone? Ok, what was she wearing?” Her sweet little presence has always brought me such happiness, even when I think she’s a little nuts. Gosh, I love this girl.
Unique is the word for Britt. This tall, skinny chick is a perfect combination of complete clumsiness & absolute grace. It’s so funny – she could literally trip on flat land. Wednesday night, I said “Britt, you gotta be hostess.” She jumped on it: grabbing plates, glasses…serving herself, the girls & me… no questions asked. One summer at camp we went to watch a basketball game. As we hung out, I stood up & turned my back to face the court. I heard a bouncing ball coming our way & Brittni literally jumped out of her seat & said “HOLLY, YOUR BACK! WATCH OUT!” She threw her clumsy frame in front of mine, just to keep that beast from hitting the most sensitive part of my body & ruining the day. I’ve never forgotten that moment. Britt makes it impossible not to love her.
In my heart, I believe every woman needs a sister. A true sister. I know this is not every girl’s story & for those who don’t have one, I pray they find one in a friend.
Ashley did not come last night – life is busy & she’s a single mom, plowing through school. But I must honor her. No one makes me as frustrated as this girl… probably bc I’ve known her for 29 years. She was my FIRST friend. She knows me, sometimes better than I know myself. She corrects me when I’m wrong & builds me up when I’m weak. Her personality is quite different from my own, but I’m thankful for that too. She defends me, when I don’t know how to defend myself. She tells me to “get a grip” when I’m grasping at the wind. She laughs at my ridiculous humor & tells says the man who gets me is the lucky one. I love her & don’t deserve her.
Finally, the little sister . Lacey’s a riot. We weren’t close growing up, but somehow down the road, we started to relate. We were together more often, BC again, I wasn’t driving & Ash was off being cooler than us. So there was a day she became my BEST friend. There was also a day I started looking up to her. As I’ve gotten older, certain things have become more difficult. I tire easily & my right leg starts to really ache. Lacey always has my back. She will shop, clean, even cook. She’s recognized my needs have changed & it speaks volumes of her character as she steps into the places I need her most. I don’t deserve her either, but Jesus knows just how much I love her.
He knows how much I love ALL my girls. He knew to make me a girly-girl’s girl. He knew I would need them.
He knew my girly-girls would need me.