And no, I’m not ignoring my husband or son. But somehow, it’s different with siblings. There is no requirement that you must be friends with your siblings once you reach adulthood, and when you can it’s delightful!

I have always had good friends, and sometimes I am the worst friend, so why on earth they hang around is beyond me. One friend in particular helped me in one of my darkest times. We had just moved to our first home, there were no kids my son’s age and the poor little guy was so lonely and so was I. Of course after I wallowed in self-pity for far too long my poor neighbor called a lady who lived down the street. The next day a knock on the door solved all our problems in a very big way! There she stood with two toe-headed little boys, Hunter and Oakey, both my son’s age. She said, “Hi, I’m Krystin, this is Hunter and Oaks. I heard you had a little boy their age who needed some friends. Well, we are here to play. I am going to the grocery store, and you my dear have saved their souls from that nightmare and mine come to think of it. So, I’ll be back in an hour!” That was it. She left. I stood dumbfounded as I stared at these little boys that I suddenly had no names and hollered for Brayden. I mean really, who just drops off their boys with complete strangers and goes to the store? Luck would have it that these little guys played all day and their mother became one of my dearest friends. Later Krystin told me that she just had a “feeling” that everything would be fine and her boys wouldn’t miss her too much ) Krystin and I don’t see each other as often as we should, but she will ALWAYS be special to me. Her boys and mine are still great friends and they always offer the biggest of hugs when they are over. So, I am grateful for friends, I have so, so many. How lucky am I? Lucky indeed.