I normally don’t participate in any blog challenges or prompts, but this one got me thinking of some of my favorite people and places. I really could go on about the places I love to go to Carmel, San Francisco, and Yosemite, but truly those are a given to the reason why those are my favorite place.
So I’m going to tell you about this wonderful lady I met 9 years ago. It all started with a spoon. Yes, a spoon! We met in our son’s kindergarten class where we both were helping out. I had my baby girl with me and it was lunch time for her. Some how forgot to bring a spoon, but this short full of energy lady sitting at another table full of 8 kindergartners tells me she has one. I look at her like she was crazy. Who would have a spoon in there purse. As she digs through her purse low and behold she pulls out a spoon inside a zip lock bag and hands to me.
That was our beginning.
Since that day we would meet up 20 minutes before the kids got out of school to sneak a cigarette, I at the time was a closet smoker and she only smoked with people who already knew. We would park down the street talk and smoke. This became a daily thing. We would talk about life, how we both kept our smoking a secret from our parents even at our age. Then she invited me to a bunco night and she served this amazing broccoli salad. The salad she made is now one of my staple recipes. I try to learn as much as I can from her, we both have our strengths hers is cooking which I’m jealous of.
She is an amazing mother, wife, sister, daughter and friend. I honestly can’t say that about most people, but this woman has been through so much herself and has been one of my rocks through some of the hardest moments in my life. She is the one I call when I need advice or thoughts on a situation. She has so much wisdom and knowledge.
As I sit here and write about her I am truly blessed to have her in my life and my children’s life. I love this woman and at time wish I had met her many years before since I could have used some major guidance way back then. Things happen for a reason. No amount of words can ever express what this woman is made of or how I feel about her.
She is my soul sister