a little something sacred

My roommates and I mesh. Maybe it's a girl thing - I have missed having girl friends in close proximity for so long now that I have forgotten what it's like to have the camaraderie of fellow females. After work, we all congregate in the kitchen and talk about our days. Some sip wine, others chug milk, and still others hold their mugs of tea, content. We all talk with our hands, flailing and excited. Or maybe that's just me.

There is something sacred in female bonding. We cook together, taking into consideration everyone's eating habits. Some hate mushrooms, some hate onions. At night, we tip toe in each others room to talk about the things we forgot to talk about over dinner. We confide in each other. We share our fears over butter pecan ice cream.

We stay up until ungodly hours of the night, just to huddle under blankets and watch scary movies. I've seen these girls cry, and yell, and laugh so hard that we are all holding each other up because, now, we have to pee.

These girls, who I've only known for a little over a month, celebrated my birthday as if they'd known me for a lifetime. They showered me with flowers, balloons, a beautiful cake. They clapped and sang and took me out for drinks and dinner. They made me feel genuinely loved.

As catty and sassy as women can be, I think we need each other. We learn from each other, and help each other over hurtles that otherwise would have been tough to overcome. We share secrets, memories, plans for the future. We delve into each others lives as if we are living twice, and that is something truly special.