Today’s BFF of the day is someone I have known for a good long time. I haven’t quite coveted her children, but I am definitely madly in love with them all.
Yes, that is a stack of books you see there, ready for her to sign a copy for you if you’re at the Hurst NE Mall Barnes & Noble this Saturday from 3:30 to 6 p.m. And yes, this is a shameless plug for my best friend Clover.
Clover and I met not too long after Joe and I moved to Texas. Her daughter was in nursery at church, and I remember her as the cutest blond who always wore darling dresses and was never too self-conscious to perform. Her son K. was a sleepy baby who irresistibly reminded me of Swee’ Pea. Then along came C., and then S.—S was my baby. If he hurt himself and I was at the house, he came running to me. I can’t tell you how much that touched my heart. And I showed S. to put his hand on Joe’s guitar while Joe was playing, so that he could feel the vibrations. T. was her last baby, just a few months older than my twins would have been had they made it.
Clover’s the kind of friend who is there for you in the hard times, and she’s also there for you a few weeks after the hard times hit. She recognizes that even though other friends have moved on, and may not be as aware of you and your needs as they were when the hard times initially came through, things are still difficult, and you still hurt, and you still need a bouquet of flowers left on your doorstep. She’s sensitive. She’s amazingly loving. She’s hysterically funny. We’ve had insane discussions about all kinds of things, and you could laugh so hard you think you’re going to die because you can’t stop laughing long enough to catch your breath. She’s cool with my 13-year-old-boy sense of humour.
Clover is just the coolest person I know. If you know her, you already know this. And if you don’t know her, I’m genuinely sorry for you. Everyone should have Clover for a best friend. I’m glad I do.