and then God threw me a bone

I realize there is no actual theological basis for saying, "God threw me a bone".

Seriously. It's been a rough couple years at the Brack house between my nightmare pregnancy and everything that's happened this year, and I'm not seeing any metaphorical light at the end of the tunnel.

But one of my very best friends in the whole wide world whom I have known since I was 7 is moving {back}to the Indy area (and she would appreciate my use of "whom" there).

She both knows me better than 99.9% of the population, loves me the way I am, and absolutely refuses not to hold me accountable. And she's fun and we both love coffee and wine (nothing could wrong there). Friends like this aren't a dime a dozen.

She laughed at how excited I was, and all I could say is, "No really, my life has been that depressing". I mean that in a very retrospective, narrative way. I am not depressed but things have been kind of depressing around here and good news is a sweet rarity.

The icing on my bone cake? She's going to work semi-full time and be home with her son when she is not working. WE CAN HANG OUT. At this point, a once a month playdate would sort of change my life.

We can now make our babies be best friends. J & S, you are welcome. (even though her baby is older than mine, we'll figure it out)

And I am in sorry in advance to anyone who may be involved in the possible craziness that may ensue. Mostly our husbands.

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  1. Yay, yay, and yay! I am excited for the both of you!

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