Getting too deep inside my head.

Doesn't every one's Godmother chase them around with a dustbuster sucking up your hair while you run stark naked through the house? Just us? Oh. Goldie and I spent a spectacular evening with Godparents Laurel and Terrell at their house eating mac and cheese, hot dogs and fresh picked tomatoes. There were sippy cups and prank calls for Goldie and red wine for the grown ups.

I've had occasion in these past few days to think about the mishmash of folks that I have collected from random places that together create the tapestry of my life. Laurel for instance, was my 8th grade Spanish teacher who gave me the love of Mexico and introduced me to fine art and the opera. Had I not sent her a get well soon card when I was 12 I would have missed out on one of the most fiercely loyal friends I have ever known.

Lizzie-Beth, who is almost 70, worked as a volunteer where I was employed. Toiling side by side for years on end, she taught me what hard work really was and became my most trusted confidant. She grows the worlds best tomatoes is always there when I need her. I love her beyond reason.

Erica and Saint Tanya go to my church. They both have children much older than mine, but they embrace my family with their whole heart and hold us close. These two women share their daily lives with me and we have a sisterhood that I believe is stronger than blood.

These are just a few of the people in my life above and beyond the usual suspects that I hold dear in my life such as school and college friends. I am so happy that I am open to friendships wherever they find me, I am so much the richer for them.