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I'm so thankful for all the girlfriends in my life. There are so many more than I have pictures of. I'm thankful to have friends in all stages of life, and to have someone I can turn to for each of the weird things that come my way. Back in January when I was feeling down in the dumps and hopeless, I had a perceptive friend who asked me if I'd changed birth controls recently, because a similar thing had happened to her. I went to the doctor the next day and got a different brand and immediately felt better. 
I have friends who are willing to sit in the corner and be introverts with.
I have a friend in the same situation when it comes to thinking about kids, friends who have kids, friends who never want kids. 
I have friends to ask questions about making it work while your husband is in grad school, if that's a path Sammy decides to take. 
I have friends who push me out of my comfort zone, and hold my hand the entire way.
I have friends I can send pictures to when I know I'm looking good. 
I have friends who are always a listening ear. 
All of my friends make me proud to be a woman, and feel strong.
I'm so lucky to know that all the friends I have now, I can reach out to whenever, even when we're not seeing each other everyday. 

One of my coworkers left a few weeks ago while I was out of town. When I came to work, I found this in my cubby and started crying a bit. It's covered in Harry Potter pages. And even if this photo doesn't cover all of my friends, it reminds me of just how important girlfriends are. 
 

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