I really miss you. You were the best part about my best friend dating your son (though that wasn't hard to be). You made the best cookies (cookies that weren't for me but I took them anyway). Your chocolate chip cookies melted in my mouth, oh so sweet with a little hint of saltiness that left me coming back for more.
You braided my hair. You fishtailed, frenched and cornrowed your way through my scalp and into my heart.
You were always there when we would come over. You were a constant in my life when that was exactly what I needed. Whether you were in the kitchen, the living room, or the den—you were there.
You've seen me laugh and you've seen me cry. You've even seen me stand awkwardly in your foyer—foyée, as you like to call it—waiting for our kids, my best friend and your son. I have seen you do the same, like those times you've sat awkwardly outside the house with your high beams on. You never came in, but I knew it was you. I knew it was you because if the tables were turned, if it were my son at his girlfriend's best friend's house, I would do the same.
We're more alike than you think we are. Or maybe you do think we're alike. Maybe that's why i have felt a kinship with you for these past seven weeks. Your son wasn't cool, but you were.
You accepted my friend request on Facebook and still comment on my posts. You never fail to like one of my pictures. I have to admit, I was nervous when it took you over six hours to accept my friend request. Eventually, however, you did and you've become one of my most reliable Facebook friends. I respect that a mutual Instagram following could be a little too much. Your son never gave me that follow back anyway.
I loved the way you decorated your home, a sort of rustic chic meets western. It was daring but it was beautiful. I've tried to emulate your style in my own living space—just a small bedroom in a country home—but I just can't get it right. You're the only one who can truly put something like that together. I recognize it and admire it. I recognize you and admire you. Then, there was also that time you didn't say anything when I accidentally did a number two in your just recently redone bathroom. You went in right after me. You didn't even blink an eye. I loved that moment. And because of all this, I'll miss your presence. Most of all, I'll just miss you. Thanks for being the best mom of my best friend's ex-boyfriend.
Sincerely,
Me