Last night my women friends took me out for a send-off dinner. We drank margaritas and ate Mexican food and talked over the same things we've been talking over for twenty years: marriage , children, illness, death, REmarriage, children, schools, expectations -- and the new topic: someone is going to seminary.
At the end of the evening they gave me a photograph of the whole group of us on one of our hidewaway cabin week-ends (excepting me, who apparently missed that particular year). Ten middle-aged women laughing into the camera -- they all look as fabulous and funny and smart and loving as they are. We all laughed some more as we imagined of what my -- ahem -- younger -- seminary classmates would ask about this motley crew of women old enough to be their mothers.
"I'll tell them," I said, "that they should be so lucky."