We gather, one Saturday a month, around my table.
A few women, enough to fill a house with laughter and whispers of life and the daily and the hilarious, and the downright odd.
We bring projects, call it a Stitch 'n Bitch, and munch on veggies and fruit and chocolate. We eat well. We laugh until we cry {especially when the truth that William Shatner makes me angry - for no reason - comes out... }
And it is one of my favorite days of the month.
There is something sacred about working hands and honest hearts and truths that women share. Strangers become friends. A baby is passed around, snuggling and gazing. We talk. We talk. We talk. And the truth is, the best part is that while all of our stories are different, we can relate to each and every one of them. Because we are women. We are daughters and mothers and sisters and friends. And by simply being with each other, being a shoulder for one another, we are embracing this thing called womanhood, and we are making it our own.
Women are incredible.
Happy Mother's Day :)