This one goes out to you, Kim.
You know we are telling you that we love you.
You know we wish we could help.
But here is the thing.
I’m not going to be we for a second.
I’m just going to be Katie.
You are my friend.
No, we have never met “in real life.”
No, I don’t know what your voice sounds like.
No, I have never watched you go from serious to a huge smile.
I have read your words.
I have seen pictures of you.
And you are my friend.
I don’t have a ton of close friends. (Shut up, I don’t).
But those who are my close friends? Know I can’t sleep or eat or function well when they are hurting.
They know I will do anything in my power to help. Even if the only help I can bring is an inappropriate giggle.
Last night I tossed and turned thinking about where you were. How you were.
I would dream of looking for you.
I checked my phone each time I woke up.
I cried silently when I thought of what “could” be.
I asked Cort if I was crazy since I didn’t technically know you.
He said, “of course not. She is your friend.”
Yes. You are.
And as my friend you have taught me to laugh at the bad in life. Not because it’s funny, but because it’s our defense against it. Bad hates laughter. And we can bring the laughs.
As my friend you have shown me it’s ok to not be perfect…because that is more fun.
As my friend you have cheered my sorry ass on when I thought PPD and just life would win. You made me realize there is too much going for me to stay in my hole.
You have showed me what a fighter is.
Right now? You are finding it hard to fight.
You trained me. Let me fight for you.
Or? Let this guy fight for you.
and? since I love you so much. I had this made for you. I will mail it soon, but here is a preview.
Kim? You are my friend.
I love you.
I am here for you, girl. I got you.
And so does the rest of the bloggy world.