on the twelth (and final!) day of thank you’s: december

Marisa: I met Marisa almost ten years ago when I first moved to California. I didn’t know anybody when I moved here, and I had just moved in with a girl who I was working with at the time. Marisa and her best friend, Behnaz, lived next door and immediately I knew I’d found a good friend. We have been through everything through the years. Lots of girls night outs, bad double dates, relaxing nights in, breakups, marriage, babies, losing parents, career changes, and so on. She is a constant in my life no matter what, and she is really one of the sweetest girls I know. Though we each love our life, we often wish we could switch places for a day. Her and her boyfriend (soon to be husband!) own a business together, and they are thoroughly enjoying the single life. They go on the best vacations and even more, they get to do fun things on the weekend. Oh, and they sleep in. So lucky. But for some odd reason, she wishes she was married with kids. Silly girl. Oh just wait till she crosses over to the other side! Anyway, she’s become like family, is an auntie to my kids, and best friend to me. She’s one of my shy friends, but I can always find a way, or a drink, to get her going! How I love that girl.

Behnaz: (second one in from the left) Behnaz is Marisa’s best friend. Though we met when we were neighbors, we really didn’t become close until after we had our firstborns, born two weeks apart, eight years later. I was talking, okay sobbing, to Marisa about how hard life was with a baby. After patiently listening though several phone calls, she put me in touch with Behnaz who was going through the same thing. Behnaz called me instantly, and we spent hours on the phone taking turns sharing our terror stories. It was like I found my parenting soul mate. We quickly set up a time to get our screamers together so we could keep each other sane, and our bond has been secured ever since. I remember that first day she came over, we put our fussy babies in the strollers and we just walked the block. It was the only way we could keep them quiet so we could actually have a conversation. Now it’s almost 4 years later, and we’ve both completed our families with the second baby. Because her first was a girl and mine was a boy, and her second was a boy and mine was a girl….it worked out perfectly to just swap clothes. We had a day that we got together that I brought suitcases of baby clothes and we just switched it all out. So fun. And thank the Lord, both our second babies are much easier so we get to continue to bond over that as well. Our friendship is easy, fun, and more than anything we are therapy for each other. I couldn’t parent without her!

Libby: Oh Libby. My dear sweet sweet Libby. Although, she is another weirdo that didn’t much care for me when we first met, I worked hard and won my way into her heart. And thank goodness I did, because she is the closest thing I have to a sister here in Cali…(well, until Brittany moved here.) We have really been through it all. In fact, we were even roommates for a few years, and that was when we were really like sisters. We laughed, we loved, we fought, we cried, we fought…we argued over boyfriends and couches, we stopped talking, we went back to talking, we’ve been up down and all around. We endured many bad dates and boyfriends, but eventually we both found our husbands, and we were even in each others weddings. Libby is seriously the most selfless person I have ever met. She is always sacrificing for the people she loves, and it’s incredible to see. I never feel I can give back enough. We are polar opposites in that she is shy and prefers to be in the background, she’s not a fan of getting attention (she probably just loves that I’m writing about her AND I posted her picture!!!), and she hates big groups…but I think that’s why we work so well together. We balance each other out. I get her out of her shell, and she brings me back down to the ground. Our husbands are good friends all on their own, and her daughter, Izabel, is Taylors best friend as well, so we all try to get together once a week. The kids babysit each other while Libby and I get cozy on the couch and catch up on life and reality tv. She is the girl I call when things are good, when things are bad, when things are boring, when I’m sick, basically she gets called every day. Although, I think she wishes she wasn’t. We now have a code that if I call three times in a row, she has to pick up, because my emotions need a dose of Libby. How she puts up with the high demands I bring, I will never know.

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