Today I did a hard thing.
I went and visited my very dear friend who had her baby girl two days after I had Ella. Me and this girl have been friends since high school. When we were both single, hot, happenin', we were literally joined at the hip.
When we found out we were both pregnant with little girls, our babies had been officially "betrothed besties."
I'd been putting off visiting her for numerous reasons.
Little Miss M (I'll call her Princess Jr. until I can come up with a better nickname) is healthy, perfect, beautiful, and the exact age my Ladybug would be if she were still with us.
So you can see why this was hard for me. I was nervous as I drove over, walked to the front door, and knocked.
This visit turned out to be soothing, sweet, tearful, and wonderful. My friend and I were able to embrace, cry, gab as if we've never been apart, and even laugh. I got to hold her sweet little one and reconcile myself to the way things are, even though I still feel like a chunk of me is missing.
Me and my friend, back when we were seniors at Mesa High, had nicknamed one another Princess and Angel. She was Princess, I was Angel, and this was most definitely done in the days just before Princess and Angel paraphernalia had become popular.
How cool is that.
Here's a picture we had taken back in the day:
Our sweatshirts say "Princess" and "Angel" on them. dang my hair was short. We were so goofy. I don't like the irony of being nicknamed Angel and then having to hand my baby back to the angels, but life is life and all that goes with it. And on the other hand, I'm glad Ladybug is with angels if she couldn't be with me. :)
Me and Princess are planning a big ladies' spa weekend for our big 30th birthday celebration in 2012. Yipes. 30. We've got a year and a few months to plan... and cling to the remainder of our 20's like a pair of hot but too-tight shoes.
Looking forward to lots of good times ahead, Princess. Don't forget your CD mix of Britney Spears, Coyote Ugly, and Enrique.