HBD My Girl…

Lady, you’ve been there for the birth of both of my children. You’ve sat by my side many a night while we laughed and we wept and shared all of the stories.

Even the ones I had never shared with anyone before.

You accept me as I am, knowing it all – seeing it all. You counsel, you drop everything, you are genuine.

You love my children like they were you own. You take care of my man as your own brother.

For these and so many more reasons – we are sisters. Bonded by that which we have in common. Us the broken, the mended, the loving and the fierce.

Oh what a beautiful and blessed day it was. The day you were born.

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    […] Will this affect our friendship? No. We’ll just have to find new ways to be together and nurture and one another. We still live down the street from each-other after all. Rave and Sho are still sponsors to our children and I love theirs like they were my own nephews. Our kids are tight, theirs being quite a bit older than our act as role models to Wyndham and Abby. Sky is one of Abby’s sponsors. She call him, ‘my Kye.’ They and we know each-other deep down; all the grand and dark bits like not many friends or even family do. (Or can.) We plan on laughing about it all of the beautiful and crazy times we’ve had when we’re grey and curmudgeonly. ShoShona and I have built a sister-hood. […]

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