Unexpected Things

We are a congregation of wives, of different ages, personalities and temperaments.  On our own, we would never have given a passing glance to each other.  But we are here and we are inevitably thrown together simply because we married men of a common thread: they were classmates in college.

There are five of us — B, J, G, T and I.  Three of them have kids, and two of us, being so young at our marriages, are yet to have children.  So it is no surprise then that B and I would be drawn together.  Well actually, it is a big surprise.  She is 25, brash and a bit childish, and does not have a lot of interest in books and movies and blogging.  I would never have thought we'd be sharing thoughts on anything from marriage to friendship and swapping childhood stories in their apartment balcony at 4 in the morning.  I never expected we'd share moisturizers and lipstick or that I'd be wearing her pajamas when I went over to spend the night at their apartment (my first and only night away from the husband to date).  Granted, most women love to shop, but finding that we actually love to shop together so much so that both our husbands cringe every time we announce that we are going out because they know we are bound to come home with something, is an unexpected gift.  She tells me not to buy a pair of jeans because my butt looks "gi-normous" in them, and I tell her off when I think her eyebrows are not "put on right."  And it was a big step for me that I was able to tell her just recently that she was a major pain in the ass when she first arrived here a year ago.  

She admits that she still has a lot of growing up to do.  What she doesn't know is, she reminds me a little of myself when I was her age, but at the same time, she lets me see the grown-up that I've become.