Today was my friend and colleague Nicole's last day at work for awhile - she's in the last few weeks of pregnancy with her first baby, a little girl, who will be making her debut very shortly! As we were hugging goodbye at the end of the day, she said "Next time I see you you'll be a married woman," and I replied "Next time I see you you'll be a momma!"
Those simple words really struck me, in more ways that one. First, both of our lives really are changing in the next few weeks. We wondered aloud about what it would be like for her next Monday morning to wake up and not have to go through her normal work day routine. But more than that, I was imagining the anticipation she must feel waiting for her little bundle to make her appearance. To the world, she's waiting for her baby, but to her, she's waiting for her daughter, someone she will know and love for the rest of her life, someone she'll share joys and heartbreaks with, undoubtedly, the love of her life.
And to the world, I'm waiting for my wedding. But to me, I'm anxiously awaiting the day I marry my best friend, a wonderful man who I plan to love for the rest of my life, with whom I'll share joys and heartbreaks, undoubtedly the love of my life. The fact that I'm going to be his wife in a few weeks is really beginning to set in, and I'm beyond excited.
The other thing that struck me is how naturally we, as women, celebrate each other's life changes. Our office is comprised of mostly women, and though we might not spend our time after-hours time together, we certainly spend most of our days together and tend to celebrate and support each other in many ways. We cheer each other on, listen when a good vent is needed, offer hugs when one announces her pregnancy, scream with joy when another becomes engaged, provide a tissue when a tear falls, and generally offer each other the proverbial shoulder or outstretched hand when needed.
What lucky girls we are!!
Happy Friday!!
xo
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