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Joy and New Friends

Motherhood and Me

My beautiful friend, Sue

Do you remember being a child and making a new friend?

Remember how you longed to know everything about them?

How there was chemistry from the very start?

Well, last weekend, I was lucky enough to be reminded of exactly what that feels like.

My friend Rachel has told me about her friend Sue…they’ve been friends since high school.

I knew that Rachel adored her, but I wasn’t prepared for just how much I would fall in love with her when I met her myself.

There’s magic behind Sue’s eyes.

She’s genuine and kind.

Funny and beautiful.

Life gets so busy that sometimes I think we don’t pause long enough to truly see others as much as we’d like.

But on Saturday night, when Sue asked questions, her eyes showed that she was listening to the answers.

When she hugged me goodbye, she held on an extra moment…an extra moment that showed that her hug was real.

And I am all swoony.

And grateful.

Please go say hello to Sue on her blog, Motherhood and Me.

You can also find her on Twitter and Facebook.

Sue brought me tremendous joy this week. And I am so thankful for her friendship.

What brought you joy this week? Please share it with me in the comments!


The Ultimate Gift

As a child, I knelt by my bed each night and said my prayers. I can still recall the way my knees felt against the cool floor…the feel of my bedspread beneath my elbows. I prayed for such things as my mother’s health, a kitten, a trip to the playground.

Though I no longer kneel and pray each night, those quiet moments before sleep are still consumed with my hopes and dreams…the health of my family and my desire for another baby envelop me as I drift off.

Last night, as I always do before I finally close my eyes for the night, I reached for my phone one last time to check email.

And there in the quiet darkness of my room, with only the light from my phone, I was left completely speechless.

In my inbox was an email from a dear friend.

And within that email with an unfathomable offer.

My friend’s words read…

I’m certain that I am crossing a line by saying what I’m about to say but then I’ve never been good with boundaries. I’d like to offer you my frozen embryos.

I want you to know that I make the offer without any strings, without any attachment to the future of those embryos.

We have the children we want. And yet we have these babies that we cannot realize … I will not change my opinion of you if you say yes or no. But I want you to know that they (I think there are 6 left) are yours if you want them.

How do you even begin to thank someone for such kindness?

How do I tell her just what that offer means to me? To us?

Because contained in that email was more than an offer of her embryos.

It was a statement about our friendship…about how she feels about me as a mother… about Craig and me as parents…about us as a family.

I can’t even think about her words without crying.

Even if we are successful on our own and never reach the point where we accept her incredibly selfless offer, her generosity alone is a bigger gift than I could have ever dreamed of.

Though this fails miserably to convey my gratitude…

Thank you, my friend.

Thank you for being there for me throughout this journey…for offering me a shoulder on which to cry and for being willing to share with me the ultimate gift.

Thank you for helping me to see that we have options…for renewing my hope in this journey.

Reason #54 Why Having a Preschooler Rocks

When you’re four, to become someone’s friend, you need only ask them if they’d like to be your friend.

When you’re four, you truly believe that offering your friend a simple friendship bracelet means that you’ll be friends for life.

When you’re four, friendship is simple and pure.

And that is so lovely.

Katie and Sadie, daughter of my dear friend Rachel from Mommy Needs a Vacation.
Friends for life.

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Nichole Beaudry @NicholeBeaudry Location: Northern California
Each and every day, I strive to appreciate the wonder, beauty, and whimsy in the small moments, the moments that, when strung together, form a lifetime.
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