My best friend, whom we shall call Lila, and I have known each other for... Well, let's just say our friendship would be out of college by now, shall we? We met at school when we were 10 years old. We've remained friends ever since, despite disagreements, absences, and the occasional continental or inter-continental separations.
She was my Mistress of Honor in my wedding, about which there was never any question as to whether she would be. She said some of the most amazingly sweet things about me during the toasts, things that brought me just as close to tears as some of our wedding vows did. She spoke of being honored to be my friend, and I couldn't help but think that I was really the lucky one.
She has a daughter now, who is adorable, and for a long time was reasonably fond of me, which I chalked up to having been the second person in her life to feed her. Nowadays, though, I think she doesn't like me much, because I'm not fooled easily, and I don't seem to listen very well when she says 'No!' to things like jackets in winter. I think she's just like her momma: she's got strong opinons, but a quiet way of going about living them. I just happen to notice more than they think I do.
We don't see each other very often, anymore, which I regret. But we're a good hour's drive away from each other, and the demands of motherhood and family pull just as tightly at her as the reins of family and platonic duty do me, so we chat occasionally online, and see each other when we can get the time. Tonight is one of those opportunities. Good food, a very good friend, good conversation. Who could ask for a better evening?
Happy Love Thursday, all.
*Sorry for the unexpected hiatus. I broke a tooth Tuesday night, and while I'm not in any pain, it's kinda crampin' my style.
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