I don't know how it happened

I don't know how it happened but when I moved to Prescott in August I was assigned a visiting teacher that I immediately liked. She is not perfect and she does not pretend to be. I can let out my true feelings and she nods or swears with me or gives me hugs or asks more questions. We exchange articles and parenting advice. She's still nursing her toddler and we laugh when our potty trained, speaking-in-full-sentences children interrupt our conversations to put their hand down our shirts. Both of our eldests are sensitive. She chose natural births (and a water birth with her last) and nods with a look of understanding when I say that I never ever ever ever want to be pregnant again. She babysits for me frequently and invited me over for pizza, cake, and ice cream on my birthday and we let the kids stay up too late running wild while we talked and talked.

A couple days ago I mentioned to said friend that I needed to go coat shopping because I'm being a crazy border girl and running around freezing my butt off wearing a sweatshirt jacket. Five minutes ago I heard a loud knock on the door and children giggling. When I opened the door I saw a gift bag on my doorstep and the backs of two little boys sprinting for a van yelling to each other, "HURRY! HURRY".

This is the note attached, and this is me crying like a baby in my new warm coat.