Some of my dearest long-time friends just happen to share my name. Being named Deb/Debbie/Deborah/Debra isn’t what brought us together as friends. In fact, it didn’t even really register until three of us Debs attended a Christmas Open House years ago, and the hostess greeted us by name as we filed through the door. “Hi Debbie, Hi Deb, Hi Deb…well, look at that—three Debs!”
There are six of us in Club Deb now, and four of us share the name actress Debbie Reynolds made so popular in the 1950s. Club Deb also has an Elaine and a Bev, who we always teased about voting off the island—until one of the Debs realized that Elaine and Bev completed the acrostic that spells D-E-B.
Our friendships began almost two decades ago when we all lived in the same small Kansas town. We have a lot in common: We’re all about the same age, all married, have kids about the same age, and we all attended the same church at one time or another. But we celebrate our differences, too, and have learned so much from each other.
I don’t remember exactly when our “club” became official and we started holding regular “meetings,” going out to eat together, usually to celebrate one of our birthdays. This is the earliest photo we have (and Elaine is missing) taken shortly after the turn of the century. Ha! 🙂
It’s fun to look through our huge collection of Deb photos and see how our hairstyles and fashion and…weight 🙁 have changed over the years.
Our group got its name one summer when we all went to a bed and breakfast for the weekend. We introduced ourselves to some other guests at breakfast, and after hearing the string of “I’m Deb”s, one man exclaimed, “Ah, Club Deb, huh?” We loved it, and the name stuck.
We’ve had fun with our shared names—and more than a little confusion. I remember one of our servers trying to help us sort out the tab and thinking he was being helpful, he grabbed a pen and said, “Here…let me write your names on each ticket.” We just smiled. Deb, Debbie, Debbie, Deb…
Once in a while, we let our husbands in on the fun. (I just realized, looking at this photo, that four of our hubbies’ names start with R!)
But mostly it’s just us Debs—laughing, talking, encouraging, comforting, supporting, loving, believing. And celebrating…lots of celebrating: birthdays, our kids’ weddings, new grandbabies, new houses. Two of us have moved out of town, but that hasn’t kept us from getting together whenever we can. I’m so grateful God put friends like these in my life. I couldn’t feel more blessed.
How has God blessed your life through the gift of friendship?