My best friend whom I love and adore got married less then 3 months after I did. So between living in DC, and planning a wedding I never really got a chance to know his bride to be. In fact my Mitchie a.k.a my Man of Honor told me he was getting married the night after my bridal shower. Imagine my surprise to find out that his friend who came to my shower was really his soon to be wife. That night as he talked about her I realized 2 things….1. He really loved her and 2. I would have to share him. As we wrapped up our 2 hour conversation, Mitchie told me “when you get to know her you will love her, trust me”.
Well almost 4 years later to the day of that exact conversation I can say HE WAS RIGHT!!!! Letcia and I started building this relationship and slowly but surely we have built one of those life anchoring friendships. She pushes me to be the best I can and allows me to take my time getting to where I need to be. She encourages me in ways I sometimes I never knew I needed encouragement. She so often knows what I need to hear before I even know I needed to hear it. She is kind, generous, caring and oh so funny. We can talk about nothing or something for hours and no matter what’s going on whenever we part ways I feel better and happier.
I have been BEYOND ready for her and my Mitchie to start their family. I am sure Mitchie got tired of me asking him when Lyric was going to have a cousin to play with….so imagine my excitement when I found out 2 of my favorite people were going to have a baby. Lectia and I had talked about our kids growing up together and I think we both were excited and surprised when we realized we were going to be due 2 weeks apart.
Our pregnancies are so much a mirror image of one another’s, and we have come to understand no topic is too personal these days. When Mitchie told me I would love her, I never doubted it….I just didn’t think I would love and like her THIS much…and I am sure he never thought he would end up sharing her with his best friend.
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