Girls’ Day

By Melissa Face

It begins with one of the three of us throwing out some dates for consideration. We check our calendars, sort through our work schedules, our kids’ practices and games, and confirm sitter availability. We mark our calendars and cross our fingers, hoping that nothing happens to interfere with our Girls’ Day.

Girls’ Day is a really big deal. Coordinating the schedules of three moms and six kids is no joke. Airon, Jordan and I are all very busy women, and our kids are involved in many activities. And because getting together is so difficult, we only manage to pull it off a couple of times each year. But each Girls’ Day is always worth our efforts.

First we decide where we want to go. We usually take a shopping trip, but we’ve occasionally veered off that path and gone to a theme park or a movie. Then we decide who is going to drive. We try to take turns, but it doesn’t always work out that way. Finally, we commit to a meeting location and a departure time and pray that nobody’s kid gets sick the night before our trip.

We had a close call before our last Girls’ Day. Airon’s daughter spiked a fever, and she feared she may have to cancel. Jordan and I texted her messages of support that evening and thankfully, her child’s fever was down in the morning and she was eating, drinking and playing. Girls’ Day was still on!

When the three of us get in the car together, we spend our drive catching up. There is so much to discuss: hubbies, kids, work, life goals, etc. But one of the most important questions posed at the start of the trip is, “Where are we going for lunch?” Our lunch is more than just a meal; it’s an experience. It is a time for conversation, laughter and entirely too much cheese on our pasta. We never know when to quit.

Something happens when we get together. We revert to our childhood silliness with bouts of contagious laughter, and just about anything can trigger one of these episodes. Earlier this year, it started when Jordan pulled out of our restaurant parking space and left the minivan’s sliding doors open as she drove around the building. We could tell people inside the restaurant were staring at us, so we circled the building again. And again. I don’t know how Jordan managed to drive with tears blurring her vision. We all laughed until we cried and yes, we are almost forty. And no, we were not drinking.

Girls’ Day is a big deal because of the scheduling it requires and because of the enjoyment we get out of lunching and shopping together. But what really makes these day trips special is the bond we share.

Airon, Jordan and I have known each other since kindergarten, and we’ve been close friends since middle school. We go way back to school dances, sleepovers, cheerleading camps and Halloween parties.

As teenagers, we smoked cigarettes together and blamed our tobacco stench on one of the others. We also experimented with a little bit of vandalism. Yep, those Speed Limit 88 signs in Wakefield were our handiwork, not our male friends’.

In college, we drove my dad’s car to a night club in Virginia Beach after promising him that we were staying close to home. Then we refilled the gas tank to its previous level, not knowing that my dad had written down the mileage.

As young women, we stood together at each other’s weddings and later celebrated the births of our children. Our friendship is bound by numerous happy moments as well as times of significant loss: the death of a parent, a sibling, and the dissolution of a marriage. It is not an exaggeration when we say that we have been through it all.

We currently have a date set for the next Girls’ Day. We have already begun discussing purchases we need to make and where we would like to eat. But we know that those things are only secondary. We will laugh and talk no matter where we go. And though our topics of conversation have changed throughout the years from boy troubles to concerns about medical tests, we are still the same souls.

A friendship that survives more than three decades is a rare thing. I’m so grateful to be part of one, and I cannot wait for Girls’ Day.

About this writer

  • Melissa Face

    Melissa Face

    Melissa Face is a teacher, writer, and mom of two, Melissa Face lives in VA with her family. Melissa’s work has been published in local and national magazines, as well as in Chicken Soup for the Soul. You can read more from her at

You can skip to the end and leave a response. Pinging is currently not allowed.

4 Responses to “Girls’ Day”

  1. Linda O'Connell says:

    Melissa, I can certainly relate to your story. My two friends and I get together twice a year and wear out our welcome at which ever restaurant we decide to giggle in…for hours.

  2. Rose Ann says:

    Girls’ days are so important! As our kids got older ours stretched out to be Girls’ weekends. It was wonderful to re-connect with friends and ourselves. Enjoy your special bond!

Leave your mark with style to Melissa Face

Comment in style

Stand out from the crowd and add some flare beside your comment.
Get your free Gravatar today!

Make it personal

avatar versus gravatar Close