How does one ever tell a friend how much she is valued?
The last year of my life has been, to say the least, tumultuous. I have been hurt deeply by someone who should have been my best friend, every day of my life.
I have struggled to process my own pain while also worrying about the needs of my two young children, one of whom can't say a single word to me -- not a single, solitary word -- about anything, much less the complexities of his world.
I currently am observing behavioral regression in my autistic son. And, oh, how I hate the word "regression." But that is exactly what I am seeing.
Why? Why are we moving backward on certain levels? Is it due to the events taking place in his family life?
Oh, what can I say? Crap, crap, crap. (That is the edited version.)
But there are some gals in my life, a group of strong women who could grab the attention of a room full of men just by walking through. They are that beautiful.
They also are smart, and confident, and caring.
They are wonderful, wonderful friends.
A shout out to you, girls. Thanks for the night out last week. Thanks for all the nights-out to come.
Thank, you, thank you, thank you for telling me that you have my back no matter what. For your understanding, for your sympathy, for your friendship.
You are, indeed, priceless.