I’m so glad we found each other. It’s so hard to make friends as an adult, especially when you’re a mom who works from home and doesn’t get out much. An online community brought us together, and even though we live far apart, I couldn’t be more thankful to have you (figuratively) by my side.
The first time we met was also the first time our families met. Everyone got along so well, it was kind of perfect. We only took one selfie, but I love it – even if you hate it. That’s what BFFs do though, right? Post pictures that the other friends hate? Like that back-fat photo of me…I won’t be posting that.
We’ve had a lot of adventures in the past three years. We’ve gone to pretty much every theme park in Southern California together. Sometimes with kids, sometimes without. (I prefer without. Sorry kids.) We’ve eating the most amazing foods. We’ve brushed shoulders with celebrities. (It’s okay if you don’t believe me, but that was totally Horatio Sanz.
I love you so much, my friend. But there’s something I have to say.
I’m sorry I never answer the phone. Most of the time my kids are so loud I can’t hear myself think.
I’m sorry we haven’t face timed in like a year. I know you don’t care how greasy my hair is or that I’ve been wearing the same pajamas for 48 hours.
I’m sorry I respond to messages with one word answers. Most of the time I’m answering texts one-handed while also trying to prevent a kid-catastrophe.
The great thing about having you as my BFF is that I know you forgive me. You’re a mom too, and although you’re out of the toddler stage (while I still have two of those) you remember what it was like. It’s a good thing too, because they behave so much better when you’re around. (What’s up with that?!)
Thanks for helping me keep my head on straight. I barely know what day it is most days, but your morning messages help remind me and get me going even before I’ve even had a chance to turn the coffee maker on. We’re such complete opposites that our friendship just works so well.
I can’t wait for your next visit. I promise to spend as much time with you as possible. We have to fit several months of BFF activities into such a short amount of time. It’s going to be the ultimate BFF sleepover at my house. Since you’re the planning type and I’m, well, not, I’ll let you handle all that stuff. You know I’ll go along with pretty much anything.
Thanks for being my person.