I invited a bunch of women over, some mamas and some not, out of the blue the other week. It wasn't fancy; I bought some cheese and crackers and random snacks from Trader Joe's plus all the wine and called it good. I invited whoever I wanted to catch up with, even if we hadn't spoken in a year. I didn't send out a formal invitation, or create a theme, or even clean my house.
And it was beautiful.
Friends I hadn't seen in forever stopped by. Brand new acquaintances showed up with rosé in hand. Some brought tiny babies who cooed in their carriers or toddlers who ran around at full speed. Others I knew would be there, no matter what, and a couple bailed last minute due to, well, life, which is perfectly fine.
In my opinion, there's too much insistence on planning and prepping as pre-work to relationships. Just show up and create space for people to show up, too. Connecting isn't complicated, but it's crucial to survival. Being with these women reminded me of all the ways I want to grow, all the places I've been and what's still possible. Being near them made me laugh, think, wonder, admire. They're each amazing, unique individuals full of fiery passion and dedicated intellect and curious ambition.
And they also helped me clean up when Ezra puked everywhere SO THERE'S THAT.
But in all seriousness, I'm so thankful for these friendships, new and old, and for last minute weeknight shindigs.