GONE…Disappeared…Unrecoverable…How?…Why?… And as I sit here trying to retype that same post, to try to rewrite the words that so quickly dissipated off the screen, I am at a loss of words. Should I just wait to try to rewrite it? Maybe write something different and come back to that topic at a later time?

I am distraught about the fact that I wrote a pretty good post about discrimination last night and when I went to save the draft on WordPress, an error message came up and all my writing was gone. It was such a great post about discrimination and what I had experienced in Birmingham, Alabama several years ago. I had eloquently written at how wonderful the history is there and how my mom and I travel together and spend time with one another. It was so relevant to what is going on today and I thought, what better time to write about this experience than now?

As a mom, time is limited on when I can write. I stayed up late to finish the post knowing my son would wake up early the next morning and I would have to get up with him. You moms know what I’m talking about. We stay up late for some ME time. Just a little quiet time for ourselves while everyone is asleep. And it was nice…until my draft was gone. I frantically searched for it! I tried everything to recover it. It was all useless. It was no longer in existence.

I tried not to worry about it last night as I lay in bed. I tried not to spend too much time desperately searching AGAIN this morning since I was helping my son with school. I knew it would just frustrate me even more and frustrate him for me not giving him the attention he deserves and needs.

I know it is just words. Just a few hours wasted. But it was a hard thing to write about. It was personal to me and brought back some tough memories. I know deep down there is a reason it is gone and I understand that I can rewrite it and maybe it will turn out better than the first one. But it doesn’t take away my disappointment. I’ve also learned a valuable lesson about writing and blogging. As the day continues I will try not to dwell on the lost post and maybe pick back up tonight with something fresh. I’m only able to write this little bit because it is “quiet time” in my house and Mr. B is napping for the moment. However I have other things I need to be doing around the house.

Just another story from a homewife moment. We are homegrown chaos and life lessons for sure!

My BFF Came To Town!

I don’t know about you but I when I get a text or phone call from my best friend, I get all excited. We are apart more than we are together these days so to hear from her means the world to me. So needless to say that I was super excited to get the text…”I’ll be in [town] 7 aug.” YAY!! My best friend from high school, as in my best good friend, someone who can never be replaced, who introduced me to my husband, my matron of honor at my wedding, who joined the Air Force a couple of years after graduation, but someone (the only one besides my husband) I could tell ANYTHING to, was coming to town for the first time in a looooooong time. I was super-duper excited! I mean, we graduated high school 18 years ago and she doesn’t visit often. The last time I had seen her it just so happened her and her family moved back to the states while I was visiting the town they were moving to…the very week they moved there and that was about 4 years ago. So I  am sure you can relate to how excited I was to get that text! August 7th couldn’t get here quick enough.

My BFF and me!


Unfortunately, the day Cyndi arrived we didn’t get together only because I knew her parents wanted to spend some time with her and her family. But the next day we met for lunch as two families. It was as if we had never been apart. I wasn’t expecting to have such an emotional feeling when we hugged at first but I guess I was so overjoyed of just seeing her and knowing how much I had missed her. We sat for several hours talking about our families and our past. It was just so cool. We picked up right where we left off. You know what I mean? It was as if we were never apart. And I know this sounds terrible but neither one of us are good at keeping in touch so we had a LOT to talk about. Finally getting together in person was like being right back in high school where we were so comfortable with each other just hanging out.

Cyndi and her husband have 4 kids: a boy in the military (military family), a boy in high school, a 10-year-old girl and 8-year-old boy. That night we all hung out together. I could’ve stayed all night talking and reminiscing. Our kids got along perfectly and we all had a great time together. How wonderful it was to sit and talk and watch our kids get along so well. I SO wish we all lived closer together. Our families just meshed so well. With her only having a few days here we decided the next day we would have a girls day at the mall while the boys spent a boys day doing whatever boys do on a boys day. They also enjoyed the biggest banana split you have ever seen!

The boys enjoying the biggest banana split ever!



Her daughter…my “neice”. We had such a great connection!

On her last day they came to our house for a few hours. Just hanging out together is super awesome. It was sad knowing she was leaving the next morning but we made the best of our time together. Nothing fancy, no hoopla. Just sitting on the car port talking about life. I will surely miss her and her family but they didn’t leave without us planning to get together again however it can’t be soon enough.



The 3 of us having a great time together…you know…taking selfies!

Since her visit, I have thought a lot about her and why we make getting together and contacting each other so difficult. I know we all get busy. Life gets going into overload and overtime and we can miss that comfortable feeling. The simple life sitting on the porch or on the couch just talking about life. I know I should do better at calling my friend. Or just send a thoughtful text occasionally.


Do you have that best friend from high school or college? That one person, that no matter how long you haven’t spoken to each other or texted, you can come together years later and be as comfortable today as you were 18 years ago? I am so blessed to say I do and I encourage you today to send them a text, mail them a letter or even call them just to tell them you miss them. Take some time to catch up on life.

I’d love to hear your best friend stories. Do y’all still get together? Do your families get along?