The night of the miscarriage I had a hankering for these creamy cheese-E potatoes that my friend had posted on her blog. I had big plans to go to the grocery store after work, and buy heavy whipping cream...and make them that night, even if it was going to be Midnight. My plans obviously fell through. The next day was spent day dreaming of those darn potatoes. I decided we needed a home cooked meal, because that always makes you feel better.
In the midst of all this day dreaming Sam Jo sent a text she wanted to visit. Man, it was so nice to see her. She helped {and when I say helped, she did it} get our meal cooked, we laughed about my dull knives, and she made sure everyone was set with a plate full of food. Never have I needed to see a smiling face so much. Sam Jo was heaven sent Tuesday night.
I will be forever grateful for Sam Jo, and for making the long trek to my house to see us. I realized what an amazing friend I have in her, and how much I have taken advantage of that.
Love you forever and always Sam.
3 comments:
You did save me some of those cheesy potatoes, right? ;)
She's such a nice friend!
Tears. Love you too.
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