Back to blogging. It's been a few weeks since my last post. I didn't really know what was worth writing about after my last post, and then life got busy and I just didn't find the time to write. I'm back now.
I've been thinking a lot about MOMMIES lately. Two short days ago, my sister had her first child, a darling darling little girl. Two short weeks ago, my closest friend had her third child and asked my husband and I to be Godparents to their sweet baby boy. What a joy to welcome these two precious babies into the world! Unfortunately, I'm only able to "welcome" the two new bundles with flowers via FTD, phone calls, and texts. My heart is sad that I cannot be there in person, but I know that my friend and sister know I would be there if I could. We are family.
My sister and I have had a close relationship for as long as I can remember. Sure, we had our fights and arguments; she drove me up the wall a few times (of course, I'm sure I never drove her up the wall). But we have never really had a rocky patch of any significance. K and I are only 19 months apart; she being the older, yet shorter, sister. For my entire life, I have had a best friend. What a comfort to have her next to me on the school bus in grade school, across the ice during kicklines in ice shows, behind home plate while standing on the pitcher's mound, somewhere in the building during the drama of high school. She's always had my back, including yelling at an ex-boyfriend of mine... who later became my husband! She was my maid of honor and the first extended-family member to meet my first baby. She is everything a big sister is supposed be. They say you can choose your friends but not your family.... I'm sure I would have chosen her anyway.
My friend, M, and I are not family by blood or marriage. We are family by Navy. Our history doesn't go way way back, but starts in 2005. At the time we met, P was finishing up his first deployment and M's husband had joined our squadron. We chatted it up the first time we met and I remember thinking, "she seems cool." (It was "buddy at first sight.") Over the next few months, we hung out with each other often and bonded over Spouse Club meetings/silliness/drama/wine. Our friendship grew even closer when we ended up pregnant just one month apart from eachother and our husbands left on deployment when I was about 8 weeks along and M was... well, she found out the morning the guys left. Anyone lucky enough to have a best friend by their side and go through a pregnancy and a deployment at the same time and live about 5 blocks away from each other... wait, has anyone else experienced this?!... knows that God could not have blessed us more. We both lost our highly-functioning brains at the same time and enjoyed those incredibley dumb moments together. We missed our husbands together and planned theme parties to distract us. We may not really be "family," but in the military-spouse world the difference between family and friend tends to blur. She too is everything a sister should be.
So, my niece and godson were born just two weeks apart. They both get to be surrounded by the love of an amazing woman. They will grow up with a Momma who is strong, intelligent, opinionated, funny, loving, kind, caring, amazing. I know those babies are going to grow up to be strong, intelligent, opinionated, funny, loving, kind, caring, amazing people. I look forward to watching these tiny (and not-so-tiny-but-very-very-handsome) babies grow up and learn from my sister and "sister." I wonder what the relationship between the children and moms will look like; I am confident they will be awe-inspiring. I'm sure there will be trying times, but knowing the K & M like I do, I know they will sail through those storms with wisdom and genuine selflessness. Motherhood is a challenge like no other, but there is no doubt my two best friends are going to succeed. I am blessed to know these two incredible women.