I find myself very lucky in life, i have an amazing family, a heart and life full of special peeps, some of the most endearing and caring girlfriends, a few brothers from other mothers, and a roof over my head.
My girls are so important to me, that each of their birthdays I try to write my blog to them. I don't do birthday cards, i find it easier to say things on paper than face to face - so here i go.
Have you ever had 'that friend' that can make you pee your pants with one word; or can silence a room in disbelief when her 'filter' forgets to turn on; or will run to your side at the slightest need; and that makes you feel special each and every time you see her. Well I am very lucky to have one of those friends.
There is a group of us that love to giggle, laugh, share and chat - and on occasion manbash. Some are my BMX peeps, my girls in the reg trailer, and the concession trailer and parents of some wonderful kids. Jewlz, Trac, LeeAnne, Cathy, Sue, Mindy and many more. One is my inner conscience and spiritual inspiration, and a camera chick - and that is Pammy. One is my blood, my sister, my confidant, my friend - Linzi.
But when i feel the need to be told 'just the bloody way it is' I usually talk to Debs. Straight from the hip, honest, true, unfiltered, cussing, laughing, crying, all these words can be used to describe her. From our bitch sessions to laughter; from whining to wine; from bmx to camera time - we seem to have connected and are able to share most of our time chatting away.
We connected again a few years ago, after 'working together' for Burlington BMX. It was like we had not missed a beat. We got right back into our comfortable familiar routine of knowing when the other needed to talk; hugging each other through hard times; and crossing our legs so we didn't pee as we were laughing so hard.
My friend, my confidant, my unfiltered mate . . . . have a wonderful birthday - wish i could be there to celebrate with you . . but we will raise a few glasses in October at our Girls Only Retreat .
Love ya Debs . . . .
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