Last week, I got to see my college BFF’s.  We’re lucky if we get together but once a year.  Phone calls and emails are mostly what sustain us.  Still, I continue to feel close to these women, despite the miles that separate us and the years spent apart.

All of them are married, and most are mothers; I am the only single one – the Dolce Zitella of the group.  And while I can’t know what it’s like to be a mother, watching my children grow and learn, or to have a husband and partner, helping me weather the inevitable tough times, they don’t know how it feels to buy a house by yourself or to walk into a wedding reception, or a funeral parlor alone.  Yet, they KNOW me and I KNOW them.

We share a common history, full of memories and funny stories.  But we don’t reminisce about the past because we’re far more interested in what each other has been up to lately.  So we talk about what really matters – our families, our work, our future plans – always picking up right where we left off, as if no time has passed.  Because these friendships are solid, there’s no pretense, no BS.  Except maybe when my BFF’s pretend not to notice I’ve gained a few pounds and tell me that I haven’t changed a bit.

This time around, we enjoyed a leisurely lunch, a decadent dinner, and a sunny day at the beach.  Shared a few secrets, offered some advice, and took a lot of selfies.  Whoever said “old friends are the best friends,” knew what she was talking about.

How long has it been since you’ve had a heart-to-heart with your BFF’s?  Planned a girls’ night out?  Or even better, a girls’ weekend?