meet my best friend, pablo.
last week, pablo and i started a club. the best friends club.
it's very exclusive, as we are the only members. we made an exception and designated robert and mama as honorary members. however, they do not get to participate in the special club ritual, homemade shirts.
because at the end of the day, what brings you comfort and friendship is personal and unique and altogether special. and whether i find it in the throngs of a great vintage store or hanging on the couch with my husband or nestling my face into a belly of fur is up to me. and it can be all three. but more times than not, i find myself talking to, playing with and listening to pablo. because no one gives me a sweeter greeting when i get home, and no one knows the exact crook of my knees and taste of my cheek quite like he does.
and i'll be forever grateful that even though children are far away on our horizon, and i'm not quite ready to be a mama for real, this bouncy, cuddly seven-year-old mess has allowed me to practice on him. and he'll always be my baby, and quite possibly, my best friend.
and i'll be forever grateful that even though children are far away on our horizon, and i'm not quite ready to be a mama for real, this bouncy, cuddly seven-year-old mess has allowed me to practice on him. and he'll always be my baby, and quite possibly, my best friend.
