I Get By With a Little Help From My Friends

At the end of last week,

when I was having a really bad day,

a friend showed up

with a beautiful sketch

and a hand written poem.

It told me to

keep having faith.

It was perfect.

And then earlier in this week,

on my birthday,

my husband and I weren't speaking.

I am not trying to talk bad

about my husband

because I love him dearly.

It is what it is.

And it is as much my fault

as his.

But

what does a girl do

when she isn't on good terms

with her bestest friend

on her birthday?

I contacted one of my

newest and coolest friends

and begged her to go to lunch with me.

She ended up paying for my lunch

and bringing me a gift.

And it was all so sweet,

but the conversation was the best part

of my day.

A lot of my other friends

had already planned a lunch for later in the week.

And I couldn't call any of them because

we all had our kids home.

A lunch out for your birthday

is no fun with your kids.

And I had to eat out for my birthday.

And I really didn't want to do it alone.

My birthday was on election day

and it was so nice of Knox County

to give the kids the day off

for my birthday.

As my girls grow up,

every day,

they are becoming greater friends to me.

It's an awesome sight

to see them growing

into women.

Women who I want

to hang out with.

God is good.

He let me birth

some of my best friends.

They all know their mom well.

They let me sleep in

and baked me a birthday cake.

And they know how I feel about

birthday candles,

so they lit my cake up

for me to make a wish.

They said, "Hurry mom,

unless you want a wax cake."

I did it.

I blew out

all 37 candles.

My birthday wish

was for my husband to

...........................

Now that I told you,

I guess it isn't going to come true.

But it's o.k.

that we still weren't speaking

in time for him to take me to dinner

because two friends took care of it.

A friend on facebook recently

asked if Mormons put crack in their food

when they brought people meals.

Someone answered it

wasn't crack she was tasting

but

love.

That Mormon dinner was scrumdeliumptious.

And so was the venting binge

with the friend

who had made it.

Understanding hearts and

big hugs are sometimes the best gifts.

Yesterday I had lunch with

the previously mentioned friends

at one of their homes.

They got me a mani/pedi

and Baskin Robbins

gift certificates.

They also gave me a framed picture

with a mom laughing with her children

entitled

"Time to Laugh."

And one made me some

homemade salsa.

Again the conversation

was the best part.

And the

yummy homemade chinese.

I think it had crack in it.

Well, I almost made it through my week.

But I have been extra tired all week long.

I think we have a little bug.

This morning both Caroline and I slept until about 11.

Abigail walked in the door at noon.

She was supposed to be at school.

She said that she wasn't feeling well.

And that Rita had brought her home.

LeGrand was out of town for the day,

and everyone had tried to call me,

but I never heard my cell phone.

We got rid of our home phone last week.

LG ended up calling Rita

who went and brought my sick baby home.

Where would I be without my friends?

I don't think I would be getting by.

I love you all!

Thanks for helping me

scrape by.

Especially as of late.