i love being a woman. for so many reasons. the way we dress, our curvy bodies, the universal sisterhood, the burning desire to make everything pretty, the intensity of childbirth, the gossip, the camaraderie, the responsibility of motherhood, the natural feminine creativity, the squealing. oh, how i love the squealing.
to men, the squealing probably sounds like fingernails on a chalkboard. but to me, it's bliss. example. on any given thursday, you can walk into the indoor tennis courts in winchester and be greeted virtual silence broken up by intermittent loud whooping, yelping, laughter and squealing. it's chick city, baby. all of us house fraus playing tennis and having a great old time. sometimes competing, sometimes stumbling, but always ready to whoop it up.
we are so lucky. girls have emotional releases all day long and we don't think twice about it. we comfortably share intimate stories with the lady at the check out counter, dance spontaneously between sets at the gym, scream window-shatteringly loud into the phone when a neighbor calls to announce baby news, tell friends how much we truly love them. we are expressive beings without filter or apology. for this, i'm so grateful for being born into this body.
love you girls!!!!!