I met Babs when she was 14 and I was 15. She thought I was so much older than her. I thought she was too shy. I figured she'd never be significant in my life. How could I know that we'd be BFF.
All these years later (let's not count them) we have what she calls a "True Sister" relationship. I consider her my "go to girl" when I've got real delemas or hot gossip! She was the one I called when my water broke and I didn't know what was happening to me. She was the one I trusted when I tried to swim (ok, dog paddle) out to the raft on the Russin River. Only to find out that sunbathing out there meant that we'd be plagued by the resident biting flies! She cried with me when my�mother died and celebrated with me in the limo on my 30th birthday.
We've been together for almost every highlight in each other's lives. It couldn't have been better that our husbands have been friends since they met�while in the second grade! These men complement each other very nicely. Each one proving that strength and sensitivity can coexist.�
Between us we have 7 children and 7 grandkids! Babs led the way having her first baby 2yrs before me and became my mentor when my first baby came home from the hospital and I was sure I was going to do something wrong! I remember my very first case of�Baby-Blues,�I think there's a medical term for it now and probably a pill to cure it but�back then us new Moms just rolled with the punches.�That day I woke up a seemed to goof up every�single thing I tried to do with my poor little ginnea pig.�When I broke down and cried,�telling her on the phone,�"I can't do this!"�She showed up, put�the baby in his father's willing arms and drove me to the mall where we got "shop therapy"�which we agreed was WAY cheaper than the real thing and through the years has been�WAY effective!
I write about my old gal-pal today because she's entering a new stage of her life and I'm so happy to be�around to share it. I'll write more I'm sure�as her retirement reviels itself and our story continues.�
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