While we were enjoying our last morning in Brooklyn this week, trouble was brewing here at home for a few of my girlfriend’s. Now I don’t know if those reading this blog are old enough to understand the power of girlfriends, not the fly by night friends who say, “let’s go drink or play”, but those that say, “What do you need?” in times of sheer crisis. Those girls. The girls who are able to stay respectful to a situation and still let you know you’re their top priority. They may even tell you things that are tough to hear but know that to NOT tell you wouldn’t be a good friend. I understand that it’s a gift, that’s why they’re girlfriend’s. Pull their energy together and watch what they can do, it’s amazing.
But reading text after text from different parts of the map on Monday and it became clear that my girl’s were in a hard place. I don’t like that. First off, there’s nothing I can do from a cab in Brooklyn on the way to the airport. Secondly, I HATE when my friend’s hurt. These are good people, hard working, loving mothers, kickass ladies. But like we talked about yesterday, sometime’s life throws a big sucker punch. This was one of those weeks.
So for my girls, Pooh Corner by Kenny Loggins. And lots of hugs.
Later on, when they had all said “Good-bye” and “Thank-you” to Christopher Robin, Pooh and Piglet walked home thoughtfully together in the golden evening, and for a long time they were silent.
“When you wake up in the morning, Pooh,” said Piglet at last, “what’s the first thing you say to yourself?”
“What’s for breakfast?” said Pooh. “What do you say, Piglet?”
“I say, I wonder what’s going to happen exciting to-day?” said Piglet.
Pooh nodded thoughtfully. “It’s the same thing,” he said.
A. A. Milne