Sometimes gratitude stops me mid‑sentence, searching for language big enough to hold it. My heart swells with gratitude.
How do you thank a bestie who doesn’t hesitate when your child is hurting? When he offers support that is not offered out of obligation, but from the quiet place of presence, wisdom, and love…When someone willingly gives their precious time and hard‑earned expertise to help your child navigate a sudden, destabilizing moment…Some questions aren’t meant to be answered. They’re meant to be witnessed.
This is the language of a loving friendship…one that is reciprocal without keeping score, consistent without conditions, dependable without fanfare. It’s mentorship wrapped in compassion. It’s steadiness in a season of free‑fall.
And today, as my child faces loss, anxiety, and uncertainty, I am deeply aware that this kind of friendship is rare and sacred.
Gratitude feels insufficient…but love recognizes love. Friendship recognizes friendship. And sometimes, that is everything.
Love and blessings,
Wendy
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