A certain level of comfort...

Not every friend can show up to your house with a surprise for you that is half eaten. That's what is so great about my friendship with Sommer. We were supposed to play today because she was going to be in the area, but of course due to the chickenpox, our plans were foiled. She still stopped by and gave me my favorite candy ever, Cadbury Mini-Eggs. She knows me well, so when she saw this piece of Easter heaven, she thought of me, and bought them. Then, she got a little tempted to try a couple. Then a couple more. Still, she wanted me to have the rest, and the informality of a gift partly eaten wouldn't deter her because that's how comfortable we are with each other. She's my "person" and I am so glad that since we both moved we have managed to keep in really regular touch. I'll even go as far as to say that we verbally keep in touch the same as when we were practically neighbors. I miss all the play dates and I long for the 2 minute drive home at the end of a sewing night, but the most important thing, our friendship is still in tact. Thank goodness for her for always thinking that my quirky opinions are valid...even normal, and for never pigeonholing me as a weak person even though she's well informed of all my weaknesses. Thanks Sommer!