...about my friends.
I have to say that I love all of my friends, and each and every one of you hold a special place in my heart. Every one of you brings your personality, your experiences, your charming ways into my life and helps complete a little bit of what makes me, well, me.
Today, I want to take a minute and talk about why I love my friends.
A friend can come into your home and not ask why you keep M&Ms in your bathroom, or even feel icky about it. She understands that those are little bribes for little kids when their little poop all makes it into the potty. She may even help herself to one or two if she is running low on CBC (circulating bloodstream chocolate).
A friend can shovel her way into your living room through the piles of toys, books, clothes, and kids and say to you with a perfectly straight face and sincere heart, "Gosh, your house looks great today! I wish my house were this clean." (Yes, I know it is a lie, but it makes me feel good to hear it!)
A friend will wipe your kiddo's nose/face/butt if she is closer to them than you are or if you look like you are getting your first nourishment in a week after taking care of sick kids/pets/spouses.
A friend will come when you need them, whether you asked them to or not. Sometimes it is just to bring a hug and a shoulder to cry on, sometimes they bring a snack or a meal, and sometimes they come, honk the horn, and whisk you away from everything that is horrible and take you out and make you laugh. (All variations of this are appreciated.)
A friend will help you move. (A best friend will help you move a body.)
This is for all of my great friends! I appreciate you standing by me, supporting me, listening to me, and loving me, warts and all! I hope y'all have a wonderful day, a spectacular weekend, and know that I just love ya!