Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.



Every once in a while, I have a rough day or two and the pity party gets started. Then, something reminds me of all the blessings I have in my life.

I have a husband who wants to spend too much money on me for Christmas. I have a best friend who is so incredible that I am humbled that she thinks of me as her best friend.

She is so incredible. I find myself so jealous of her sometimes. She is beautiful. She has worked really hard and is down to a size 4-6. She is kind, she is sweet and she is so giving that it is almost hard to believe someone could be such a good person.

In October, she did a three-day 60-mile walk for the Susan Komen Foundation. She and her mom braved two cold nights in a tent to walk and raise money for breast cancer research. Her MeMa is a breast cancer survivor, like my mom, but I don't think I have it in me to do something like this walk. The time to train, the hard work, the fundraising - it all seems too much to me. She had to pledge $2,500 of her own money - through a credit card - if she didn't raise the money. She came pretty close (like maybe $25 short).

My friend called me on Christmas night. It is a tradition of ours since we were about 12 or so. We would call each other to talk about what gifts we received. I can tell you that I have the best gifts of all - love from my family and friends. I am so truly blessed to have the wide circle of friends that I have, a great relationship with my ex and the grace of God not to smite me down for the things that come out of my mouth and the sins I commit. Count your blessings and say a little prayer of thanks. I am.

Here are some pics of her during the 60-mile walk.

That is my friend's mom, one of the ladies they walked with, and my friend under the banner for the walk. The gals made friends with another group of women and spent the walk with them.

Here are the ladies they walked with. I like their sense of humor.

Here is my pal (on the far right) with her mom (far left) and her MeMa. These gals are like family to me. I spent as much time at their home growing up as I did my own. What a treasure to have women like this in my life!


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