
For some reason, these sister-friends have correlated to different phases in my life - bringing my love an support as I've grown and changed. They've listened as I've grouched, cried and jumped for joy. And no matter how crazy my ideas, they love the crazy in me.

I had three women stand with me when I was married (through what one of them called the longest ceremony on earth). One is a friend from high school who went to my church, but with whom I bonded in typing class of all things. We sat together hacking at electric typewriters back in the 1980s and now we share a love of making jewelry - among other things. She's a horse lover

I've also got two college friends who've become sisters. To one, I'm Auntie Deb to her three boys and I CHERISH each one of them as if they

My other college friend is the creative talent behind Milk Money Designs, a line I'll soon be featuring in the Etsy shop. Her name is Kat and if you ask her, anything "wicked" I've done in my life, I was probably egged on by her to do it. Her parents have become my adopted parents here in DC. Mama E has helped me through many a trial in my life and she makes killer stollen at Christmas (I'm still trying to master it despite her patient instruction).


Then there are my 10-40 girls. These are women I met many years out of school with whom I have prayed, laughed, cried and eaten for the past six years or so. We have a cook book to prove it. They know my deepest secrets, joys and sadness. They too are an incredibly talented, intelligent group of women who make my life so rich and who love me for who I am. I'm so proud to call them sisters too.
So why am I writing about all these women? Because Saturday all these women played a part in my day and I felt I should say thank you in a way.


As usual, I walked into the house, yelled hello from the door and was greeted by all with hugs and kisses. I was immediately offered food and tea and a seat in the newly-renovated kitchen that overlooks the back yard with an incredible flowering cherry tree. As I watched the sunlight hit the tree, I had to jump up and try to capture the light on the blossoms on the tree and other plants in the garden.
I'd taken along with me my camera - a fancy digital SLR that wouldn't have been possible without the contribution of many of the women listed above. Several of them got together for a recent

So as I was out in the garden snapping away, I was thinking of all the women in my life who helped me get this wonderful camera for this beautiful day so I could capture the beauty

As I left, I was glowing with the love of so many sisters who've filled my life with joy. And a surrogate Mama who's always ready with advice, hugs and love... not to mention a killer garden and the generosity to share that beauty with me. I

P.S. The photos in this posting are all from Mama E's garden!

hugs, kisses, tea & cookies...the door is ALWAYS open for you. I'd be lost without ya babe!
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