Spent the evening after work, swimming all by my lonesome at Martin Pool, w/ three young lifeguards on duty. Asked one of them to take a picture of the sky for me, as I was floating on my back, staring at the sky. One of them did; I received it in a text. Then, met up with one of my very oldest of Best Friends (counted on my hand). I'm 38, she's 39, her husband 44. Children: 5 daughters, 1 son; range in age from 22-4. Her second oldest will be giving birth to her first grandchild sometime this morning.
I asked her what she wanted to be called as a Grandma. I wasn't too happy with her answers. If I'm ever a Grandmother, I want to be known to my children's children as Grandma or Grandmother.
She and her husband have been married a little over 25yrs. I've known them this whole time.
This is one of those friendships where we pick up as if we've talked every day for the past 25yrs.
I believe women are the backbone of a strong family. Bearing children to bring forth life affords us such strong backbones; that's a fact.
I can't get over just how amazing life truly is. Old friends make the best of friends.
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
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