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I’ve been laughing a lot more lately. Friday night my two friends and I had our girls’ night and I laughed so hard I had four physical reactions. 1. Cried, tears streaming down my face. 2. My sides HURT. 3. I snorted like the little pink pig I am. And 4. Peed just a bit, but I’m so poised it was fine. I missed laughing. I like it.

Then of course there is the bitmoji laughter because I am just that mature. The fart one and be right back (closing the stall door) get me every freaking time. I clearly will never grow up.

And simply talking with my girlfriends, in person or via chat, just makes me giggle. Sometimes it is about more serious stuff, or talking about this more mature stage of our lives (physically, not mentally. Fart jokes still make us giggle). We can ask each other those questions that you wish you had an instruction manual for, but don’t and I can share how clueless I am. No shame, no judging.

We cheer each other on, we motivate each other. We give our shoulders when there are tears. I have leaned very heavily on them these past months and they have been amazing, strong women keeping me strong.

We have always shared a love for the movie Practical Magic. And they are my coven. Granted, we’ve never killed a guy and buried him in a yard, but we would if we had to. 😉

We stand up for each other when one of us can’t stand on our own. We’re quite different in many ways, but those differences make us stronger. And we focus on the many things we share. That’s our bond.  That’s how our craft works, and as Sally said, there’s no devil in the craft. It’s about love.