Jill is so gentle, kind, thoughtful and sweet. She is one of the best mothers I know. She mellows me out. Makes me feel zen. She is better for my O.C.D. than any medication out there.
And I can’t talk about my friends without introducing Kyle.
Kyle is my sidekick. We need each other. I couldn’t imagine my life without her in it. She has been there through the good times and the bad. We have laughed for hours and held each other as we cried. We were best friends before I became a mother. Back when we were naive, wild and free, back when the world was a warm, fuzzy place and our days were filled with laying out at the river, sneaking sips of alcohol, eating sushi for dinner every night and the hardest thing we had to do was a kickboxing class at the gym.
Kyle has been right there with me through the hardest times in my life. We have shed countless tears together. She has seen me at my lowest point and yet she is still right there, always right there. She sat in my empty hospital room right after Cliff was born for hours waiting for me to come out of the NICU just so she could see me for five seconds while I woofed down the Everything Bagel with cream cheese she bought me and return to Cliff’s side in the NICU. She just needed to see me. Make sure I was ok. She gets me.
Then there is the fact that we talk on the phone everyday… at least 5 times a day. And when we aren’t on the phone we are texting each other. We just can’t seem to get enough. We never run out of things to chat about. Hearing her voice is my comfort through out the day. I need her. I send her pictures like this one all the time:
Kyle comes over and we sit in the middle of the playroom floor, sipping coffee, laughing at the kids and chatting the morning away. Time flies when I am with her. Sometimes we sit in silence and just her presence alone is all I need. Just for her to be there, by me. Kyle heals me because she is probably one of the only people in this world who saw me buckle over with pain, when Cliff got his diagnosis of CP her heart shattered with mine, she felt my pain, she was there. She cries happy tears with me when Cliff accomplishes a milestone he has never been able to do before. And she loves my children as much and Ross and I do. Kyle appreciates them. Celebrates them. Loves them as they are.
Kyle is real. She is there. We drive each other crazy sometimes, but that is what happens when you love someone, right? Kyle is comfortable. She is a fixer. And sometimes I need to be fixed. When I am broken, I call Kyle to fix me, mend my wounds, she makes everything better. She is good at that.
Kyle. She gets me.
I am so blessed to have such wonderful friends. This is what life is all about! God, family, friends, connecting to others, creating a bond.