I received a package yesterday from one of my BFFs. When I opened it, a flurry of pink tissue paper greeted me. I tossed them all out in a hurry and soon I was again like a little girl on her birthday, sitting criss-cross-applesause half buried in tissue.
S sent me a handmade card with a picture of her eating one of those massive turkey legs at Disney world. Her mouth gaping wide wide open, though not barely even covering half of the top part of the drumstick. Her caption, "Soon girl, you will be eating turkey legs! Get well, soon!"
And in the box, among other things...
I was immediately reduced to a blubbering mess.
She is genius really, because the other day, I had complained/whined/neuroticized (that's *so* not a word, I know) that I would never get the feeling back in my lips and won't be able to feel the glass I was drinking out of.
After crying half a river out of gratitude for having psudo-sisters, I jumped up and washed my new cup and by golly I brought it ever with me everywhere. I think I drank more water and juice yesterday than I have in the last couple of weeks. This morning I don't feel quite as parched, and even a little topped off.
Did she know that all of that pink paper that covered half my kitchen floor was like a big hug from hundreds of miles away. It was like a fleeting memory of she and I eating pastries in the German village we lived in, strolling our first born children.
I don't have sisters. My girlfriends are like my sisters. My BFFs - my lifeline. They bring great humor to the mundane, to the absolute ridiculous. They get past the serious when they know I need it. The call a spade a heart because they know I can tell the difference.
I will call her today to thank her since she wasn't home yesterday. I hope I will be able to tell her how grateful I am to have her.
Have a wonderful day everyone, and give your BFF a call today!
