I don’t think grown ups can make friends as good as the ones kids make.
It seems universal. If you’ve made a friend in your grown up life that you honestly love as much as your childhood BFF, I congratulate you.
And I’m a little jealous.
You are a unicorn. So is your friend.
Hub is my best friend now and of course I am lucky because I really mean that. He is awesome.
Still. I miss that part of being a kid. Along with…oh, so many parts that probably all come down to the same thing.
I still talk to my childhood bestie and I know I’m also very lucky to have that, too.
We’ve been through a lot, she and I.
She sent me this email today along with the picture of my niece she refers to:
So I stalked your sister-in-law on Instagram & fell in love with her and the family she and your brother created! Wish I could have met and become friends with her.
When I saw this picture of your niece, I gasped at how much she resembles the kid Lindsey I grew up with. It’s incredible how genetics work. Even your nephew looks a lot like Mikey.
Beautiful children, lovely mother and handsome dad. I’m so happy for them.
Hope all is well with you and yours!
Can’t wait til i have my own to share. 🙂
Me neither, Ms. Lady. Love ya back.