Did you ever have a friend who just did all the right things?
Well, my friend Sam is just like that. She kept up our friendship even when I was just a limp rag prone to melting into uncontrollable sobs without notice. She is the one who asks just the right questions and really listens to my answers even when I'm pretty sure I don't make any sense. She looks at Oliver and talks to him like she would any other little boy. There are only two people I feel safe leaving Oliver with and she is one of them. She confesses her mothering shortcomings to me and helps me to not feel like such a freak for my own. If I ever need to get out of the house with the boys she is always up for a trip to the park or the river. She drops by with her kids just to hang out if she sees my car parked out front and then lets me feed her kids crappy frozen pizza for lunch so we can hang out talking in the kitchen for another forty-five minutes. She always has a positive word and a smile for everyone.
And most memorably -- and what has surely earned her a place in heaven if she didn't already have one -- she brought me Panera chicken soup and grilled cheese for the boys one day at lunch after we had a 4-night no-sleep bender and I was very close to the edge.
So what am I going to do without her? And, can you believe how selfish she is being, moving with her kids and her husband and everything to a completely new town? One that is an hour away?
Sucks. Sucks. Sucks.
That's all I can say.