But today, I had lunch with my girl Abby. At Costco. Yep, the food court. She had a hot dog, I had a berry sundae. It was 20 blissful minutes on a ketchup stained bench.
"I can't believe I'm eating a hot dog in front of you," she said between mouthfuls. We bantered about other indulgences women only eat in the privacy of their cars--burgers, bagel sandwiches...I was just thrilled she texted that she could fit me in on her Monday rotation: Costco, Albertson's, Trader Joe's, all between cycles of laundry. Isn't that every mom's Monday?
Abby's Supermom to me. She walks her kids up our short hill to school, and rides her son's Razor back home. She hosts all the team parties. She smiles while driving her kids to piano. She cooks every night, and her house is always clean. And that's why I have to meet her at Costco for lunch.
Abby always wears this sweet angelic smile, but she has a wicked sense of humor. She makes me snort laugh. We've had lots of great late night chats in her minivan after book club. Abby regularly--and randomly-- shows up at my house just when the shee-shee hits the fan to unload my car, wrap the teachers' gifts, and deliver the main course of the potluck for the 36 neighbors about to show up for dinner. When she found out my husband didn't particularly care for her traditional Christmas eggnog, she made us hot fudge instead and delivered it with a "Sam I Am" adapted poem. (As it turns out, yes! Michael LOVED the egg nog-- once he tried it! That Sam I am.) And yes, Abby watched my kids last Friday night so I could go to my daughter's concert.
I am so blessed to have several fabulous friends. But today, Abby's on my mind. As no mother is EVER recognized as much as she deserves, Abby, here's a glass of egg nog to you! Slog away.
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