Martha, my dear.

I had a nice, long, overdue, laundry-averting, housecleaning-avoiding talk with my dear friend, Martha, today. It was just what I needed. It wasn't at all what my laundry room needed. I had picked up my corded phone, so I was tethered for a good hour. Martha and I served our missions together on Temple Square. She is from the great state of North Carolina and I, at the time, was from New York. We knew each other on Temple Square, in fact, she was the Assistant to the President for MOST of her mission, so we all knew her. But, we didn't become true friends until I was living in Connecticut and she was living in Manhattan. We were both struggling with a desire to become Mothers and no luck on the actualization of that dream. Her shoulder was a big help to my tears. I was first in moving to Utah and telling her it would all work out when she moved here, too, a few years later. We rely on each other to kvetch about politics, religion, etc... She gives me sanity. She lets me tell her my deepest secrets about anything. Depression. Motherhood. Dreams.Worries. She is WAY smarter than me but never judges my lack of knowledge or askew thinking on a topic. I feel lucky to have so many good women friends. According to statistics, the more good friends you have, the longer your life will be. So this is just one mention of a dear friend, not to take away from the other wonderful women I have in my life, I wanted to spotlight today. I love you, dear Martha. You were the highlight of my day today!