Last year I didn't tell you about Stella because I was too busy telling you about Duncan (who's 26 today, happy birthday!).
I met Stella when our kids, Gabriel and Leo, were 3 and 8 months old, respectively.
And we heard about each other before we ever met, because our friends all noticed that our kids look an awful lot alike.
And they really do.
So that was the first thing.
Stella is shameless in a way that I could only ever hope to be, so when strangers would exclaim about our lookalike kiddos, she would respond, with a completely straight face, or maybe a friendly smile, "Yeah they have the same dad!"
And I would ABSOLUTELY DIE of embarrassment.
Countless times she's been the girl who's kept me sane.
A fellow Warrior Single Mother, she organizes babysitting co-ops and exchanges.
She cooks me dinner.
I fold her laundry.
She cuts my hair.
I mend her clothes.
I'll call her frantically on the verge of losing my mind.
"I think you need an adventure," she says.
She makes it so.
Stella is one of those people blessed with such ridiculous charisma that she can get away with anything in the world.
I just love her.
Everyone loves her.
You can't help but love her.
Speaking in hypotheticals of course, it wouldn't matter WHAT she did, because she's Stella, and somehow whatever she does is always okay.
Stella was the only friend of mine to come to my grandfather's memorial services.
Words cannot express how much that meant to me.
And it's nice that our kids are crazy about each other too.
Happy birthday babydoll.