Dear Sarah,
I never anticipated that dropping my son off at your son’s birthday sleepover would leave me feeling so emotional. As the group of energetic preteens dashed off to engage in Nerf battles, you graciously invited me to stay for our usual toast and conversation. Happy to accept, I brought the wasabi peas and pita chips to the patio where a chilled prosecco awaited us alongside the birthday boy’s root beer.
As I settled in, I noticed the set of lounge chairs nestled in the corner. Instantly, I was transported back to the days when our boys, with their adorable baby rolls, sat side by side munching on Goldfish. I reflected on how they were born just ten days apart and how this summer marked a decade of their friendship. Overcome with emotion, I fanned my eyes with a chip, attributing my tears to the spiciness of the peas.
After regaining my composure, we poured the bubbly and toasted to our sons’ milestone birthdays. Yet, amidst this celebration, I forgot to express my gratitude for a significant milestone of our own: our ten years of friendship.
I recall our first meeting at the Newcomers Club’s Mommy and Me event. I attended as a non-member, while you arrived late. I, a frumpy postpartum version of myself, watched as you and your lively son—both clad in blue—captivated the room. You settled on the rug near my feet and my sleeping infant, and any postpartum blues I was feeling evaporated in your warm presence. Your genuine kindness and positivity broke down my walls, and I hoped we would become friends.
As the Newcomers Club disbanded, our friendship flourished. Even when our boys had their share of clashes that led us to pause on playdates, we made sure to nurture our connection. When I welcomed my second child, you arrived at the hospital with sea salt brownies, ready to embrace both me and my new baby, despite the shift in our dynamic. When we moved during the harsh winter, you made the trek to see our new home before I had even unpacked. Six years ago, as you started your own business while pursuing your dream job, you still found the time to support me in following my passions, even after securing that coveted position.
My Wonder Woman Lego keychain, my “Believe” Giving Keys necklace, and the golden clutch I received for my 40th birthday are constant reminders of your thoughtfulness, generosity, and integrity—qualities I deeply admire and that you have also instilled in your son.
An unanticipated yet cherished aspect of motherhood has been finding you, my dear friend. So, as we celebrate our aluminum anniversary, I raise my glass to you. Thank you for being the genuine person that you are.
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Summary
This heartfelt letter reflects on a decade-long friendship that blossomed through the shared experiences of motherhood. It highlights significant moments, mutual support, and the emotional journey of parenting, culminating in a toast to enduring friendship.