I have a love/hate relationship with January. I love the feeling of renewal and fresh beginnings that comes with the first month of the year. But by the last week of this torturous, outrageously long, cold, dark, icy month, I'VE HAD IT!
And so it was that last night I dragged my sorry, grumpy self out of the house for dinner with some of my girlfriends at a local restaurant, Steak et Frites, here in Kirkland, Quebec. This is a group of women I lovingly call my Ya-Yas, so named after the book Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood by Rebecca Wells. (If you haven't read it and you're a woman, you must run and get it immediately.)
My Ya-Yas are an amazing group of women who care, listen, laugh, share, complain on occasion, and fight the good fight.
And we do it all together every 6 weeks or so thanks to one Ya-Ya in particular, my friend Nancy Elliott. She is the social convener of the group, one of the best moms I know, and a person who always seems to have her priorities in order.
I left the restaurant feeling like my very soul had been hugged, and I awoke this morning fully re-energized -- which is quite remarkable considering the fact that I woke up at 4:15 a.m.
I am so, so thankful for my Ya-Yas, and for Nancy -- who pulls us all together, knowing it will be good for us whether we know it or not.