Growing up is something I’ve longed for since I was old enough to dream. I can remember being 14 looking through wedding magazines, naming my kids, picking out houses and just laughing hysterically, carelessly, and oh so so SO passionately with my dearest and nearest bestest forever friend, my kiddo, Jess.
The day she got married was so hard for me- it was as though I was saying goodbye to the young us, and hello to this adulthood I was no longer ready for. And all I could do was be as distant as a MOH could ever be. In fact, that should have been fired- but I wasn’t, despite the hurt I caused her. And instead- all she did was help me grow up. She knows me, accepts me- no matter what. It brings tears to my eyes as I write this because she IS the greatest friend I could ever ask for.
No matter how much I hate it, the insurance, the bills, the stress, I’ve grown up. Today I admit it. I’m on a flight home to see my kiddo and to meet her first born. And though this FOR REAL makes me a grown up (her more than me) there’s comfort in knowing I’m going to walk into her room and feel young again as we live in the moment laughing, crying, and care free for the time being as we share in this new love we’ve dreamt about for as long as I can remember.
My best friend is having a baby. Woah, I guess that means we’ve grown up..finally.
I arrived at 5:15… and my stupid flight was delayed in the runway for what seemed like forever. Westen came at 5:27–as I walked into the room, Jess was in complete shock.. I think her words were something along the lines of, “I thought I was high on the pain meds already.”
It was totally worth it, THIS IS FRIENDSHIP:to be a part of this miracle, to hold his little hands, to watch him fall asleep in my arms, to coo as I rocked him, to share in the joy with Jess and Jeremy of one of Your greatest creations!