All kinds of marvelous love. Extravagant, heart full, spilling over into our veins, precious friendship family kind of love.
I would still be way back there, somewhere over 'there', you know way way back in that dark alley of life, exposing myself freely to not good things if this kind of love didn't exist. This love? This girl-friend love? It is fierce and kind. Beautiful and ugly cry. Patient and Pushing me forward. Effortless.
My girls. Near and far- they are the ones that understand the girl in the middle of the woman in me. And I, in them. They get that I still love the Spice Girls and love me anyway. They know that I fight dirty and forgive me anyway. They listen to me talk about the same thing over and over again, and listen anyway. They encourage me into good things and discourage me from the terrible. They push me into the beauty and protect me from the ugly. They are my sisters and my body guards. My fellow princesses and my gladiators.
Womanhood is wonderful. But Sisterhood is better.