laa-laa and wower

I have just had a fantastic weekend. My 'bestest friend', and I spent it together. We went to the cinema, went to a birthday party, and went to watch her middle son play rugby. It wasn't so much what we did, although all of it was fantastic, the cinema made us both laugh, and her cry. The party had good music, lovely food and the other people who were there were all in the party spirit. The rugby match was won convincingly and her son had alot to do with that, as he quietly and efficiently did what he was meant to do with a smile on his face, much like he does in his everyday life.
It was the 'bestest friend' thing. I slept for a couple of hours on saturday afternoon as my sleep pattern is not what I would like it to be and any catching up I can do is welcomed. Flat out, snoring my head off on her sofa, and I dont know why thats an important thing really, its just that I can, and it doesnt matter, to anyone, her three sons or her.....and she loves my dog. Who smells. Really smells. And is always in the way. Always...bless her she cant help these things and I love her more than I can tell you, and so does my 'bestie'.
We laughed alot, at things that I cant really explain. Real deep belly laughs, the ones that make you bend over and cross your legs! We talked about how long we had known each other, and how I had watched her sons grow from children into adults...well, one of them is an adult, one of them nearly is, and one of them will be one day! And how I felt it was an honour to watch and see who they would be as men. And how intertwined our lives are, but it was a passing thing, not indepth and emotional, but factual and a bit why-would-it-be-like-anything-else? .........which was the best thing about it. Why would it be? I cant imagine it to be any different. Ever.
And that is why I had such a bloody marvelous weekend.

lybx