Day 9 – A picture of your friends
Is it horribly sad that my closest friends are related to me? I think it says something about what a wonderful family I have. You could also make the argument that I don’t make friends easily. You’d be right. I have more friends where we live now than I ever did in our old town. But none that I would call a close friend who I could call for a favor and know she’d do it.
There’s this guy:
Fabulous father, wonderful husband, best friend.
And then this chicky:
Amazing aunt, great sister, best friend (yes, it’s a tie).
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