i need a sandwich


11:46 pm
August 26, 2012

I've never been the girl who had a zillion best friends but, life has gifted me with the best, small handful of solid friends.

It's a porch night.  It's hot, humid and there's nothing to do but lie back in the Adirondacks with a friend and languish away in God's sauna with a sweating glass of iced lemon aid.  If I was a drinker, I might add something a little hard and salt my rim.  But, I'm not and neither is my friend.  Sober, we sit in the heat, swat a few mosquitoes, sip lemon-aid and listen to each other.  Genuinely, she always wants to know how I'm doing.

Later, after my children have slid into bed (except for one adorably sweet but extremely naught little Boy who refuses to believe the sun has gone to bed and so must he) another friend calls me.

She explains, "I just wanted to call because I never seem to be able to talk to you about you.  We talk about our kids and our houses and other things but I haven't been able to ask you how you are doing.  How are you doing?"

Two and a half hours later I'm hanging up the phone.  My ears a little sweaty, my stomach's rumbling and I began yawing uncontrollably about 30 minutes ago but I feel so lucky to have such authentic friends.

Thank you.

Now, I must make me a mid-night pb&j sandwich (alliteration I love you)!

Who has your back?  And, how are you doing today?