Best Friends

This has been a fun ride so far.  Nothing makes a person reminisce and appreciate the past more than a significant future change.  Kate and I have had a good past.  We’ve had a lot of fun and have made many great memories.  We make each other laugh, we make each other happy.  We are loved.  She’s my best bud and I sure do like her!  We pick and pull and bother each other sometimes, but it’s okay.  At the end of the day, we’re very happy with our story.  There’s nobody else I’d rather say ‘I love you’ to first thing in the morning and last thing at night. 

Last night, I was telling baby our ‘How We Met’ story.  And, when you condense it into a storybook, “Once upon a time…’ version, it’s a pretty nice little story.  The best part… it doesn’t end.  There was no ending to the story and there are going to be many more beginnings and firsts.  Having this baby is exciting.  We are venturing on what will be, at this point, the best part of the story, the most exciting, life-changing part.  I had a dream recently where my dad said to me, something along the lines of, “Friends are great and important, but spending time with family, with your children is the most satisfying for the soul.”  I find that to be more true now than I ever have.  I can’t wait to hang out with our baby.   

I am lucky to have so many best friends.  Kate, Bob, Nancy, Andrew, Ken, Teri, Erika, Mimi, Poppy, Nonnie… and all my aunts, uncles, and cousins.

One thought on “Best Friends

  1. I’m so excited about the right-now and the what’s-to-come. I love our story. We’re in the Happily Ever After part now, I think. xo

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