I have all kinds of friends. All kinds. And I love them all dearly. And they claim to love me.
Yesterday I was talking to one of my friends. I love her to pieces. She knows it. And I know that she has clawed her way to where she is now.
She had gone out the weekend before. And when she goes out, even if she has innocent and uneventful plans, something eventful always happens.
I wonder why this is at times. But then she reminds me without even trying.
He finally has a job.
And he's out of jail.
And he's going to all his meetings.
And then I laugh at her because as it comes out of her mouth she realizes what she's saying and what it actually sounds like.
Really. I love her to pieces. But I do just shake my head and laugh at her.
And she laughs and we go on our merry way.
Yes, I love all kinds. I really, really do. And I do pray that someday she meets one that she doesn't have to say that about. And they live happily ever after.
After four kids, ten moves and nearly two decades, we are still blissfully in love (most of the time) and I found myself back in the state I was born and raised in. It has definitely been a journey. In fact, on our 18th anniversary we pulled the last of our stuff up over the pass and into Montana, leaving our surprise love, Idaho, behind. But Montana is a great place. The last best place according to some. And we fully intend to explore as much of it as we can! Join us on our continued adventure through life, love and other stuff that comes with it.