The me who sometimes lets my unreal expectations of people and situations cloud my ability to offer grace to those closest to me. In short, the most unflattering me but loves me anyway...
There was a time in my life when I thought everyone had these kinds of friends but now I know better. I have talked to far too many women who have been hurt or betrayed by those they thought were their friends and have kind of given up on the whole idea of a true friend.
If you are one of those women, don't give up on our gender yet. There are good women out there they just take some searching out. You are wise to be cautious, just don't let that cautiousness turn into cynicism. I am lucky enough to have been born into a family that gifted me with a sister and a mom who are now among my best friends and if that wasn't enough, I married into or have had marry into my family, two women who also fall into that category.
But looking back beyond them, I have always had one of two women in my life who knew the art of friendship. Who showed me how to love and learn and yes, to forgive...
It can be scary to reveal your true self to someone else. I have been hurt and burned on more than one occasion but I wouldn't trade any of it if it meant giving up what I have gained.
Happy Birthday Shelly. Thank you for all you have brought into my life. Thank you for loving the real me.