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We went to pick up some raw milk this morning and another mama there mentioned that she knew us through a mutual friend, M. Then I came home and read a post about friendships that make your heart soar and thought again about my very good friend M.
We have known each other for more than 5 years, but over the last year, I have begun to think of her as one of my very best friends. We have so many things in common that it is almost silly, but that doesn't even matter. It is her amazing energy that I love. It is the sweetness in her voice to our kids (4 between us) and the sincerity of her caring that I miss already. M is the kind of friend that I could picture a life with. The kind of friend you watch your kids grow up together with.
M is the kind of woman who shows up to her friend's house every day to help pack, clean and move. M is the kind of woman who comes packing food and doesn't miss a beat in conversation with a babe on her hip and a broom in her hand to sweep floors that aren't even hers. M is the kind of friend who stays way past bedtime to help, knowing she is needed, even when her silly friend claims otherwise.
M is many times a great woman, mother, friend and I miss her very much...already.
I have so very many beautiful and wonderful women to call friends and my only regret is not having spent more time with them all when I had the chance. The stories of support, love and kindness I will share....
We mapped out our route from Texas to Wyoming today, excitedly discussing all of the things to see through New Mexico and Colorado, but I couldn't help the flickers of friendships left behind playing on the back of my mind.
Bittersweet.
We have known each other for more than 5 years, but over the last year, I have begun to think of her as one of my very best friends. We have so many things in common that it is almost silly, but that doesn't even matter. It is her amazing energy that I love. It is the sweetness in her voice to our kids (4 between us) and the sincerity of her caring that I miss already. M is the kind of friend that I could picture a life with. The kind of friend you watch your kids grow up together with.
M is the kind of woman who shows up to her friend's house every day to help pack, clean and move. M is the kind of woman who comes packing food and doesn't miss a beat in conversation with a babe on her hip and a broom in her hand to sweep floors that aren't even hers. M is the kind of friend who stays way past bedtime to help, knowing she is needed, even when her silly friend claims otherwise.
M is many times a great woman, mother, friend and I miss her very much...already.
I have so very many beautiful and wonderful women to call friends and my only regret is not having spent more time with them all when I had the chance. The stories of support, love and kindness I will share....
We mapped out our route from Texas to Wyoming today, excitedly discussing all of the things to see through New Mexico and Colorado, but I couldn't help the flickers of friendships left behind playing on the back of my mind.
Bittersweet.
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