The incredible thing about our mid-pregnancy move is that we're now in a place where making time to see all our loved ones is tricky (particularly if we need a little family down time, and also to have clean socks). This wonderful problem has been compounded: we're making new friends!
In a couple of cases, I've had mommy crushes for a long time before reaching out. I think, "she'll never want to hang out with me! She's too sweet!" I finally traded numbers this morning with a mommy that I've liked for months. Will we become friends? Who knows?
I am loving, and warm, and sometimes generous, but I am really not sweet. For the love of Pete, trust me on this.
Equal quantities of shared traits are not what makes a sturdy friendship. As evidence of this: a remarkable number of very sweet, careful people already love me, and have for a long time. They freak me out a little, honestly, but there they are.
Love in friendship is as big (bigger?) a mystery than romantic love.
Belated Happy Galentine's Day.
PS: Pregnancy and the little biscuit's (LB) first year felt VERY personal to me. A friend observed with surprise that I didn't let people know when I was in labor or that LB was here until after we all got home-- but I'm completely sympatico with the cats who hide under the porch until the kittens are all cleaned off and ready to explore a little.