Thank gawd for all the girlfriends.

My Italian true love has  a handful (several) of girlfriends. For which I am grateful. Because she gets much sustenance from them. They are, indeed, dear friends. They interact in buoyant and bountiful ways. Cheerful. Make each other laugh.  They seem to understand each other. Know what to say to lift a spirit. I don’t understand everything being said. Because they speak in Italian. But I can tell. It’s vibrant and stimulating conversation. My true love may be in a somewhat somber mood when the call comes in. But immediately, there’s a spark. A vitality. And I benefit. Because the mood change has a lasting effect. Thank gawd  for ‘em all. The likes of Alessandra, Giovanna, Patrizia, Maria. –Jim Broede