Sitting in the massage chair today getting a pedicure with my daughter beside me, I received a complement.  “Are you two friends?” asked the woman scrubbing my feet.  I said yes with a smile.  Then I said and we are also mother and daughter.

“Oh you look so young!” she said with a gleam in her eye and dreams of a big tip.  But, I wasn’t taken in by anyone thinking I look as young as my daughter.  However, I loved the complement that we are friends, because we are.

Maybe it is because we grew up together.  When you become a mother a few days after your 20^th birthday, you are still a child, no matter how mature you THINK you are.  But, we made it.  I learned to be a mother as she learned to be a little person.  We grew together.

We talked today about a potential bucket list, maybe Key West someday to visit Hemmingway’s home.  Something the husbands would not enjoy. She is my biggest fan and a good critique partner telling me when a story does and does not work.

We still adore getting together and having a pedicure, trying a new restaurant with interesting salads the boys would never touch and just enjoying each other’s company.  She is still my best friend.