You were my first friend in Colorado.
One night when the lights went out I went over in search of some matches. Turned out your oldest was the same age as my oldest-- 2-- the boys hit it off and you and I did too. Six years later, our kids are still great playmates, gangling into the tween years, and we are still good friends too.
You are my organization, planner-friend that I look up to when trying to lasso my own life. I can always say to myself: “Susan would get her Christmas shopping done this week so that she's not worrying about it at the last minute. I'd better do that too.” And, “Susan's house is cleaner than this. I'd better straighten things up.” I admire your ability to layout the schedule and the plan and carry it out. Not that I can actually replicate that, but it's something I strive for.
Anyway, I have loved calling you my friend. You are so likable, easy to talk to, very relatable – especially when you have two boys who you're not sure you're raising right. You're the kind of friend who's not sure you're raising yours right either (since we're both verifiable “slacker-Moms”) but you can totally relate to me and that just feels so good. At least I know we're both in hot water together.
You're also my most mature friend – sorry you other guys. You know when to keep her mouth shut – something I really admire, and how to say things tactfully so that no one's offended. And you're quick to forgive. Also a high sign of a mature mind. On the immature side, you're a LOT of fun in Vegas. Susie helps us get free drinks. Do you see why I like you so much?
You are kind of person that that someone else could not NOT like. I think it's an impossibility. To know you is to know why everyone else loves you too.
You are my warm, wonderful friend and one of my most favorite people in the whole world. I have loved growing up with you and your family these past years and I dread saying good-bye.
Thank you for being my friend. I love you. I will miss you. (as I write this through eyes cloudy with tears). I will miss you so much.
Love, Katy
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Dear Susan,
Posted by Katy at 7:12 PM
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