I was a little apprehensive before heading off to my first hen party.
Drunken nights, willies, naked butlers, silly games. Would I fit in or be left feeling most uncomfortable? Having lived a reclusive author life for a while how would I relate to my peers?
All worries were unfounded, of course. It is a weekend to spend with your oldest and dearest friends who bring out the very best in you and make you be the best version of you that you can and who you care for with all your being in return.
It is a weekend with friends who you have known almost all your life, who have been with you through life’s inevitable ups and downs and who you wish only the very best for and who you are prepared to work as hard as you can to celebrate and give to them everything that makes them them.
It takes you out of yourself and you enter a space where you think only of them in the most healthy of ways. To give is the very strongest of gifts and one that you can’t give to all but on a hen weekend you have the space and opportunity to show the gratitude you feel and the happiness you want to share and give to those who have discovered the ultimate gift of life- love unconditionally and have that love returned 110%.
