You guys. I think I’ve reached a friendship peak.
My good friend Ashley was over earlier for a quick playdate with our two littles. It was HOT today — 87 degrees inside our house (we like to torture ourselves by waiting until we AB-SO-LUTE-LY cannot take it anymore before we turn on the AC) — and I had ever so briefly mentioned I loved the Rosé wine I tried at her Fourth of July barbecue.
And, it had been a particularly hard day with my two-and-a-half-year-old. Think shrill screams accompanied by pointing as a form of language.
Not more than one hour later, Ashley sends me a text that says: Hey, I have something for you. I don’t want to wake Blake but I’m coming up.
The little sneaker shows up on my doorstep with a brown Trader Joe’s bag, and what was inside? The lovely half-consumed bottle of Rosé I had tried at the barbecue. Cue the happy tears.
This girl. May I be as much of a blessing to her as she’s been to me (and not just because of the Rosé).