I've grown up with no sisters, no emotion; or you're the erratic emotional one all the time. No switching clothes, no stealing each other's boyfriends, no late night phone calls, no hanging out when she comes into town. No default shopping buddy, no reason to leave Pocatello. I do have, however, an amazing friend. She is the most amazing person I've ever known and luckily our husbands are friends as well. She asks me to go and have a girl's night with her. She brings me milkshakes and talks for a good chunk of the night when my husband is gone. We cry for each other, when the other is sad. We know what each other is going through, because weirdly enough we are probably going through the exact same thing. We watch each other's kids even though one of us just had a baby, like a week ago. (thank you!) This friend just recently, yesterday, had a procedure done and I'm praying for her to get better soon. I look at her as a sister. Literally! Someone I could go to and talk and she would make time for it. Someone who understands what is to be a single mom sometimes because she's been there as well. Someone who feels my pain, even if she hasn't been there. I love this sister, I wished I had a sister, but I love having a best friend.
Still no computer, pictures coming soon.
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