I have a core group of friends, four of us total. There used to be a few more, but they have moved away or been psycho, or whatever, they fell away. As if I am not blessed enough to have three amazing friends, my sister is one of them. The four of us go away to the beach each year, plan each others showers, be bridesmaids in each others weddings . . . that kind of friendship.
This week, when it became clear that my sister and her husband were not going to be able to work out their problems, I sent out the call for reinforcement and our friend in Seattle got herself on a train, and we got yarn and crafts and wine and food and converged.
I love these women. I am home, and tired, but renewed. Good friends make hard times easier. Write that down.