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on friendship.

so most blogs today will probably focus on love and romance, it being valentine's day and all. and before i get very far, i must say that i am a woman blessed in love: between my husband and my sweet baby boy, what more valentine could a woman need, truly?

but that blessing is not what i want to discuss today. what moves me today is this: friends.

i am inspired by the conversation i had this morning with a lifelong friend (we'll call her s for the sake of her privacy). we have known each other since i was 10 and she was 11. she isn't having the greatest of times right now. but she is still such a bright spot - such an uplifting spirit who asks difficult questions of herself and me, and we dance around looking for answers together. and when we finished that conversation i was left thinking: how amazing that this woman has been in my life so long, known me through so many phases and accomplishments and mistakes, and loves me none-the-less. how lucky i am.

i began a list of so many of the friends i couldn't do without, and i realized two things:
1) it was sounding like a bad oscar speech and i could just about hear the music starting to play so y'all could get me off stage and
2) i was bound to accidentally leave someone off.

so if you're reading this, the chances are you're on that list anyway. this open letter is for you:

dear friend~
thank you for everything.
i love you.
love~
john's mom

happy silly-made-up-holiday-for-commercial-romance-that-still-makes-me-think-about-love day to all of you. xoxo

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