is there anything better than being with your best friend and loving on her baby? and her loving on your babies? and our babies loving on each other? throw in a few beers on the front porch and last weekend was just about perfect.
(heather and her sweet annie)
my favorite story about heather is when i told her i was pregnant with jack. (for those who were at her wedding, you may have heard this before.) i was at Purdue, she was in chicago. she was the first person i called. i'm not even sure how i got the words out. i'm not sure i even said hello.
"heather...i'm pregnant."
"okay!"
you would have thought i asked her if she wanted to go to the zoo. it was the kind of okay that made you believe her. i did. because she said it, i believed everything was going to be okay.
but what she said next was even more important.
"i'm packing my bags. i'll see you in two hours."
she didn't ask a bunch of questions. she didn't come up with a plan for how we were going to handle this. and that's just how heather is, she just does.
she sends you twenty dollars so you can afford a trip home when you're a broke, college student. (and she didn't send a check, because she knew i'd probably rip it up. she sent cash. who does that?) she brings you a banana split, just because. she sends you ten pounds of your favorite candy when you're pregnant. she bathes your kids when they need one. (which really is the nicest way to tell me my kids are dirty. just clean them for me, okay?) she never asks what you need or what she can do to help, she just starts doing. i always wished i was more like that. i was lucky to have her then, when i so badly needed her. and i'm lucky to have her now. (i actually still need her telling me things are going to be okay.)
(us together, after the phone call telling her my news)
