For my G, the unflappable E-Byrne;
Just wanted to say THANK YOU:
For being such a cool kid when I met you at a BBQ, you were wicked pregnant, with a crazy tiny MOB running around and a super energetic JZ bopping about. You ate a cheeseburger with no bun, and I swear you winked when you said you didn’t eat gluten.
For meeting me at Torii pool when Harry was only 2 months old and MOB was starting to be a serious terrorist. For listening to my silly early pregnancy concerns. For showing me it was possible to wrangle children and strollers and bags and towels and still portray yourself as being in control. For not giving a fuck and just sitting on the step of the van and nursing Harry like a boss in the parking lot. #normalizebreastfeeding
For answering my Facebook messages and questions about pregnancy, even when it involved me revealing too much information. Questions about boobs, and vaginas, and things of that nature.
For letting me hold and cuddle the squishy Harry and take pictures of him.
For listening to me bitch and moan about how I didn’t feel well and wasn’t having a glowing pregnancy. For helping me not to give a fuck and trust that the mommy instinct would kick in and I’d love my baby. Oh, man, did it.
For always taking me seriously, even when I asked you if you thought 6 pairs of nursing pads were enough to pack in my hospital overnight bag.
For buying AK the absolutely coolest item on the baby registry: Hello Kitty powder puff.
For giving me ALL your baby gear – bassinet, car seat mirror, swing, walker, bumbo, so many clothes, tons of toys.
For the homemade candy, cookies, peppermint lip gloss, and candied nuts at Christmas.
For hating baby showers, but attending mine because you liked me that much. And bringing a Harry along.
For visiting me in the hospital after I had AK. For bringing me chocolate covered strawberries. For the homemade lotion bars. For letting Harry be the first baby that AK ever met. For knowing that 15 min is the perfect length of time to visit a mama and day-old baby.
For coffee at your house, anytime I wanted to come by. For letting my kid be friends with your kids.
For not judging me when I said I was only having one baby.
For being a good baker of all things delicious and wheat-free.
For the coffee.
For liking my Instagram posts. For understanding the the imagination that goes into Little Girls of Anarchy. For telling me I was a bad ass for doing a cartwheel at 9 months pregnant.
For all the time and messages (on a goddamn broken screen iphone) over the time we’ve been friends: consoling, complaining, validating, being clever, communicating through Facebook stickers.
For cutting my hair and for fixing AK’s when I cut hers.
For our matching wave tattoos. For understanding the therapeutic value of clear water and the sound of the surf.
Did I mention coffee?
For being quite possibly the most bad ass mofo of a mama I’ve ever met.
For not crying when we said goodbye. And not judging me for blubbering.
I miss you, friend, so much. Oki isn’t the same without you, but I’ll see you soon. xoxo
All my love,