By Doubling Our Joy, and Dividing Our Grief
They call themselves the "Ladies of the Lake" but they never set out to be a club. Rather, the group began when one of the women returned home exhausted from a business trip and came to the conclusion that she had too much of one thing in he life: MEN! With a husband and two boys at home, a work environment that was mostly male, and an elderly father and uncle for which to care, she resolved to set some time aside for herself and a few female friends.
Over the years, Paula hadn't cultivated very many friendships with other women, but she was determined to see that change. Eventually she discovered three like-minded women: one owned a machine shop, one worked or a contractor, and one ran a truck stop. The women pulled out their calendars over dinner one evening and agreed on this schedule--"A trip to the lake at least once a quarter!"
At the lake, the women would listen to Mozart, fix gourmet dinners, and sit on the deck overlooking the water. They would talk for hours--about everything--without an agenda.
Over the years, they became very close and often refer to each other as "sister." Says Paula, "Nobody understands like another woman."
For all of my "sisters" I love you and I thank you!
A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.