Whining, Wine-ing & Winning

I’m really feeling the love from you all lately. I’ve posted, shared my messy recipes, put my parenting heart out there… and you’ve accepted me. And it’s kind of blowing my mind in the best way.

Tonight, after family movie night, sitting here waiting for my daughter to calm the fuck down, I realized something… I can grow. I can share myself. I can be the girl I look back on and think, damn… you really did that. I see my growth. I see how far I’ve come—changing routines, changing pieces of my life that needed it.

And then my brain went somewhere else… friendships.

I have friends. I have GREAT friends. But I also find myself wondering… which ones are forever, and which ones fade?

And then there’s you.

The kind of friend where no matter how much time passes, it doesn’t matter. We pick right back up like nothing was ever lost. The kind you can wine-d down with like you were just together yesterday… even if it’s been years. The kind of text that says everything… and nothing at the same time.

And here’s the part that’s been sitting heavy on me… I pushed you aside. I chose the wrong things. The wrong people. I wasn’t always the friend you deserved…but you still showed up.

You didn’t say “I told you so.” You didn’t make me feel small. You just… waited. And when I came back, you took my hand like I never left. That’s not normal friendship. That’s the real kind.

We became moms. Life got busy. We drifted in the way life makes you drift… but somehow we always find our way back to each other. No matter how messy shit is.

Nicci… you’re my rock. You’re my best friend. And you always will be.

And I hope you know… I’m here now. For real this time, and I miss you everyday.