Maggie

One of my best friends is on her way to my house.  I’m so excited I could pee.  She’s blowing into town for a family wedding, so I won’t get to see her for more than a couple hours.  Completely my loss.

Maggie is tall and funny and loud and beautiful.  She can talk you into anything and talk her way out of anything.  She has tall, athletic, beautiful kids and married a quiet, brilliant guy with a great sense of humor – probably the only man who could tame her.

She and I have laughed and cried through the ups and downs of life.  Throwing parties for each other, bringing casseroles and visiting each other in the hospital, serving on committees and raising kids together, attending funerals together, sharing countless pots of coffee (and a few gin & tonics), and bailing each other out.  Omaha called her away 5 years ago, and I miss her more each year.

I could go on and on, but I really wanted to say that one of my very favorite things about her is her one and only daughter, Annie.  She is exactly 7 weeks older than my #4, so they got to be babies together.  Theirs has been a unique friendship; they see each other once a year at best since she moved away, but they pick up where they left off.  I keep waiting for them to be awkward with each other (especially since they’re 13 now, and she is a good 8 inches taller than he is), but it doesn’t happen.  Go figure.

Anyway, I’ve got a house to clean and lunch to prepare…