"Nothing but heaven itself is better than a friend who is really a friend."
--Plautus
Do you have a best friend? Someone who inspires you with their undeviating goodness? Someone who knocks your socks off with their wit and charm? Someone who bolsters you up when life is crummy and seeking to push you down? Do you have a best friend who would never leave your side--a constant, a
rock, in the world's shifting sands? Do you have a best friend who is a
tremendous source of comfort to you? Who brings you joy,
exponentially?
My "Little Man of the House" has a best friend, a most loyal companion, a beloved pal he calls, "B," or "Blanket," or "My Blankie." They are the dearest of buddies; an inseparable pair, as one is rarely seen without the other.
They go everywhere together. Like:
The farm! (Yes, he and his best friend are SITTING in the DIRT beside the rabbit pen.)
Bear Lake! (For sand and sun and swimming and fun and....blankie.)
In-N-Out Burger! ( I will meet up with you for an "animal style" cheeseburger ANYTIME! Cam will come too. He will bring his blanket.)
Even the pediatrician's office! Oye!
Other places the Cam Man has gone with his best friend? Target, Wal-Mart, church, the elementary school, Home Depot, the DMV (to renew my license that had expired TEN MONTHS prior, and unbeknownst to me...whoopsie!), the park, the playground, Chick-Fil-A, Hobby Lobby, a wedding, the state fair, and on and on. That blanket has been dragged through malls, hotels, parking lots, and muddy puddles. I have lost track of the number of times I have washed it. (Did I mention that if Cam and his "best buddy" momentarily separate, he bawls inconsolably?! That makes for a VERY long wash cycle.)
But no matter the extent of his attachment, no matter the hassle and inconvenience to his mama, one simple and sweet fact remains constant: That piece of blue, silky, worn-around-the edges blanket makes my buck-toothed dreamboat happy. Which, ultimately, makes me happy!
HAVE A HAPPY WEEKEND!
But no matter the extent of his attachment, no matter the hassle and inconvenience to his mama, one simple and sweet fact remains constant: That piece of blue, silky, worn-around-the edges blanket makes my buck-toothed dreamboat happy. Which, ultimately, makes me happy!
Now, if he's sixteen and still carrying that thing around...we've got a problem!!
HAVE A HAPPY WEEKEND!