"Diamonds are a girl’s best friend" — at least that’s what Marilyn Monroe sang in a 1950s film.
Even though I’m not blonde, yet love glitzy, I’m singing a similar tune with a bit of a twist.
My version is 'Best friends are a girl's gems" I learned this dazzling truth when my diagnosis in 2003 was breast cancer.
Immediately, girlfriends shined brightly in my darkness, dispelling fear with support. Many, knowing that "bling" can lift any woman’s mood, chose to encourage me in this way.
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My first “glam” arrived on a silver chain. Individual circles balanced at the end of the strand, each shimmering with words of encouragement — courage, faith and wisdom. My California friend Marsha knew I’d need all three for what lay ahead.
Over the weeks of recovery came pins, bracelets and necklaces — all with friends’ prayers included. Whenever worry would try to steal my joy, I’d put on one of their gifts to brighten up my thoughts.
Since that bleak time almost nine years ago, jewelry — mostly pink — has adorned my wrist, a lapel or surrounded my neck with celebration.
But when I look through the gleaming items to choose a bit of sparkle for the day, I see much more than the glitter.
I see friends that are treasured gems.
Their support and comfort in the midst of my distress are memories engraved upon my heart. And as I remember their outpouring of love in so many different ways, I reflect on a hopeful thought that makes me smile.
I’m imagining that God has added extra diamonds to my girlfriends’ heavenly crowns. After all, a girl can never have too many.