Dear Friend,
There are so many times that you have just shown up out of the blue, out of no where, like you just knew, after I called you and left you no choice but to come over. You took my calls and listened to my cries for help or support or chocolate. You may have been rolling your eyes but I never heard it over the phone and it always meant so much to me.
I have so much thanks to give.
Thank you for walking with me on those days I didn't think that I could get my butt off of the ground, let alone into my pants.
Thank you for teaching me how elementary school and tracks and teachers and class projects work. I was new and seriously...I don't feel like they explain it all that well.
Thank you for the garden fresh veggies and bread and even special, I don't make these for just anybody, cookies.
Thank you for helping me paint while J was out of town. For your feedback. For your ideas.
Thank you for inviting me and my gang out....even though my gang can seem overwhelming and nobody wants to have to help, but standing there and not helping would make you all schmuck so you help any ways. and then invite us again.
But most of all...and the reason I felt the need to write this....THANK YOU for coming to my house after I called you in a hazy tunnel to help me clean up the **natural disaster that had happened all over my house. Namely Thing 1 and Thing 2. or I suppose they would be Thing 4 and Thing 5. I think I may have referred to them as the devils.....evil children or little shits.
Thank you for taking towels to the tops of my cupboards and fridge without even judging me for the filth that must have come off. (I mean, come on, who cleans the top of their fridge regularly)
You didn't gag or flinch or leave. You just kept on without being asked.
Thank you for pulling the box tops off of the cereal boxes that were soaking wet and ruined and had to be thrown away. and for taking the boxes of saran wrap, tinfoil and lunch baggies and placing them in the sun where they could dry. (the unopened tinfoil is still soaking wet)
Thank you for listening. For talking me down.
Thank you for Knowing, I mean, REALLY KNOWING what I'm talking about when I say...."they are terrors. trouble makers. spawns of satan" because you have now witnessed the hell I speak of. although it wasn't all fire and brimstone more of a cold and dripping from my ceilings upstairs as well as down kind of hell. but hell none the less. oh and thank you for strategically placing the buckets downstairs as to catch the water dripping from what looked to me like breasts bubbling from the ceiling above.
You are such a good friend. You are always there right when I feel like I might just lose it for real this time.
When I'm dying. from most likely a stroke or high blood pressure.....I hope that you'll sit on a beach with me and promise to tell my children that you have a long memory of all of the things you've witnessed all while our kids ride horses and build sand castles......Because, you are, the wind beneath my wings.
:)
Much gratitude from your neighbor and biggest fan,
Me !
**Natural Disaster : While I was mowing the front lawn, to my knowledge the babies were locked in the backyard. The big boys let them into the house and also took the lock (cut it off with scissors) off of their bedroom door...giving the babies access to the office chairs, chairs that I locked up for good reasons.
They then climbed up onto the island in the kitchen and for 30 minutes shot water (and yes....it shot almost from one end of the house to the other) all over my kitchen, floors, cupboards, lights, appliances, ceiling. Over the kitchen wall. on my desk, computer, recliner, piano. There were 2 inches of water in some of the drawers. Water had made it's way down my hall, into the boys room, down the stairs and of course leaked into the basement ruining the ceiling in the playroom.
note : and yes, they are still alive. and still climbing onto my counters
Friend, remember the cupcakes I tried to bring over to you last night. Just a small token of thanks.
I guess leaving them on your door step would have been a better option
(I was putting the laundry away in my bedroom....it took them all of about 3 minutes)
This was all over the kitchen, family room and boys room. Sadie did help with the big chunks of course.
