That's what we tell our husbands we're doing every first Friday of the month. That's how this whole thing started. Scrapbooking was the sole purpose we all shared at first. Each lady would bring bags, boxes, filing containers to the church, set up a large table and start scrapping to heart's content. Each month, less scrapping and more giggling occurred. Each month, we were stitched closer together. Each month, the conversation grew more deep.
I have learned to really rely on all the women I share the first Friday of every month with. From this seemingly single purposed group sprouted some kind of morph into beautiful friendships that I truly cherish. Last night was another 'scrapbooking night'. Although we were all there for a different purpose now- sewing, updating the address book, stopping by just to chat- the sisterhood in the room was strong. I had a fabulous time laughing and talking, carrying on about joys and woes of the world and our lives.
As I sit at my computer with a slight headache from a late night, I know that the trade off is worth it. The grumpy Saturday morning mommy is most definitely worth the fun Friday night chick. I am so grateful to have friends that can and will be there to help me cry through the hard times and smile through the bliss. What a blessing I have to have one day of the month for 'scrapbooking', even if I haven't cropped a picture in ages.