The day I nailed my Tamar MUA plaque on my side door, Eliana sent me breakfast.
I love that girl. I mean, all my friends are great, don’t get me wrong, but Eliana just gets me. We met in a parenting class a couple of years ago, when we both laugh-snorted at something the speaker said. We were the only ones who did. It was friendship at first snort, and till today, she’s the only adult friend I have who holds on to me, gasping, because she’s laughing so hard.
Our husbands often tell us we deserve each other. We take it as a compliment.
When she had to fly to Los Angeles for her mother’s emergency surgery, I baked her family supper for five nights in a row. When I broke my leg, she drove my carpool for a month.
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