My friend Kim has been out since Tuesday visiting me. I hardly ever write about family or friends that come to be with us, or us going to see them, because it’s usually an intense time packed into a short period – and it gets hard to write on. Also? Sometimes I write on things I can’t say, so I don’t want anyone to read this after we/they leave and think, “She couldn’t tell me that, but she was able to write it on the blog for the world to read?”
Anyway, Kim’s visit was really special because she’s one of my dearest friends. We can talk on anything (ANYTHING) and it’s normal. I never feel competitive or like she’s judging me or that I have to pretend. It’s just us – spilling our fears and dreams.
Kim’s husband was our babysitter growing up. So we’ve known his family a loooooong time. I got to know her when Bella had severe reflux and my mom told me her son went through the same thing. A 2 hour phone call later and that was it. Staying in touch and getting to know each other through blogging in the midst of kids and lives and all that busy – that was special. I knew even if there was a week I couldn’t talk to her, I had her blog to read.