My Good Friend

Today is my good friend’s birthday. I don’t write about her much, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love her. She is pretty much a constant in my life.

I met her through my BIL. She moved here with him from Chicago. Basically, she shares a room with my BIL. She doesn’t pay for rent because she doesn’t have a job, but she contributes in other ways.

When I first met her, I was pregnant with Put Pie and a mess. I was having severe panic attacks and I was miserable. She would not leave my side. She had just met me, but she became my constant companion. She didn’t judge or expect anything from me. She was just there keeping an eye on me and giving me love.

Sometimes she is a little needy and now that I have two kids it’s hard for me to pay as much attention to her as I used to. She’ll look at me with her big brown eyes and make me feel guilty, so most of the time I let her sleep with my husband and me. It makes for a very crowded bed, but it makes her happy and she is so worth it.

Happy birthday to my good friend Unknown Cha Cha!