So the other night there was an enrichment activity and there was mention that people could wear their comfy clothes or pjs. Of course I mention this to my friend Becky who automatically thinks that I am pulling her leg. However when I go to pick her up for the activity she is wearing her pajama pants and is totally trusting me to not make her look silly. Of course I am dressed in jeans which doesn't help the situation. We get there and NO ONE and I mean no one has even remotely dressed pajamaish. Of course she looks at me and is a little preturbed, but what is even better is she seriously forgave me...at least I hope so. I was totally the reason she felt uncomfortable, however she forgave me. This is not the first time this has happened, and probably will not be the last.
Becky is an amazing friend. She has never ever questioned anything I have ever told her, even when I am teasing her. She literally would give the shirt off her back if it helped someone out. She is a bargain hunter like her mom and recently has tried to dabble in extreme homemaking by coupon clipping, grinding her own wheat, and she bakes homemade bread.
If you have ever talked to Becky she makes simple things sound so exciting and she can tell a story with the biggest grin on her face. She will always laugh and/or cry with you depending on what you need. She will let you into her life and let you play with her kids.....even if you have no idea what you are doing. The other day I called her for no reason really, just to bother her and she picks up the phone and off hand mentions that she had a minor surgery that day and was confined to the couch.....WHAT?!? I would be milking that for all it is worth and she doesn't even think about getting service on a silver platter.
She and I have much in common when it comes to our husbands. We both absolutely and whole heartedly love and adore every bit of them. When we talk about a fun night it usually always involves just the hubby and a movie. She also is so complimentary to Jason. They go together like chocolate and milk.
Her mothering skills are amazing. I remember after we told her about our pregnancy with Adam how she told me to ask her anything and she would help me out. I don't think she thought I would ask alot of questions that very moment, but I did and she knew all the answers. I know she is the type of mom crawling around on the ground and playing and engaging with her children which is so awesome. I watch how those two litte boys look at their mom and know that she is the true example of Mother and unconditional love.
Becky has so much obedience. If her parents council her to do something, she does it. If a bishop, apostle, or prophet mentions it she has a plan set on how to accomplish it. I at least listen, but then its right out the other ear, she actually grasps it.
She loves quotes and talks. Whenever I tell her about something I read she always wants to know what it was so she can learn even more about the gospel. Until I met Becky I really never had a friend I could talk spirituality with, but becoming more comfortable with that has made it easier to share that with others.
She has an amazing testimony. Not once have I called her for advice and it not ended with something like "the Lord works in mysterious ways," or "thats so the plan of salvation," or the one she is constantly saying to me, "have you prayed about it?" I wish I had that undying faith constantly.
Finally...like many of you she was there when I needed her the most. When Adam died we came home to a house full of groceries and love that just filled our house from her actions. She is never one to shy away from asking others to help her help someone else. She came to the hospital to visit the night I went into labor and didn't want to leave me even though I told her to. I think she has such an intuition for knowing what you need when you need it. She called me every Wednesday for months, just to laugh and joke with me. I don't think she believes in fate, but she only believes in faith. She has always seemed to be in the right place at the right time whenever I have needed her, because she had the impression she should be there.
I love this girl so much and cannot imagine my life without her. Its probably why me and her mother are constantly trying to get the Taylors to move back into the neighborhood. For all those who know Becky you know how lucky we all are, but for those who don't I really hope you can understand the amazing and gorgeous spirit that is one of my best friends.
