Their irresistible design of sweet scented skin, heavenly breath, angelic voices, and perfect faces that are too good to be true have been calling to me. (Yes, I read the Twilight series, did I make it too obvious?)
Both are scrumptious snacks for my thoughts.
But they will have to wait.
Tonight my mind is elsewhere.
A full heart has replaced the vampires and babies.
It has been a running joke between my mom (who happens to be the most amazing friend ever), and I for years that we are each others only friends. That is, real friends.
The care she has given is a tab that would be impossible to ever fully return. Her repayment plan has consisted of mumbling about not putting big bows in her hair when she is in a retirement home someday. Done deal.
In my life I have been fortunate to collect a few other friends who have that essence of real, give you my socks for mittens, friends.
Today I received a note from a friend, (yeah for Facebook!) that I was missed. The sweet sender (whom I should keep up with more often), Mike, deemed me 'his sister' way back in college. That must have been right after covering my tummy with PB and honey and giving me blow fishes while I flopped around like a fish. And, AND, he never made fun of the tummy jiggling that surely haunted his dreams for months. The weight of that memory must be unbearable.
Tonight, I happened to chat with another of my dearest friends who has unexpectedly ended up in the hospital for the week. Fear shot through me like lightening upon hearing she is hurting. We will visit tomorrow, and if she needs gingersnaps with cocoa from the North Pole, she will get it. She would do the same for me, but, of course, she would make it peppermint cocoa and have the elves deliver the cookies. She's that good.
Although vampires and babies were my intention of writing tonight, I think my time was much better spent in counting my blessings, one at a time.
