And I also called her when I was down, in a hole, and she'd remind me I wasn't alone. And I did the same for her.
She would pull me out of my routine when I needed it. One time she called and said, "I'm bringing my kids over to take pictures of them on the property, and you and I are gonna each bake this pie on the front of Southern Living, and we're gonna have fun." And all I could say was "okay" ... and I'll never forget that day or those dagum pies!
She and I have both shared our joys and sorrows in homeschooling and in raising a bunch of kids. We both absolutely love cottage style furniture, have enjoyed shopping for it and refinishing it, and she has inspired me to do more of that and not just sit and wait until "someday" to buy pieces I love.
When she came into my life, I had only recently moved out here in the middle of nowhere. Many of my friends, just a twenty minute drive away, would not make the drive to see me, and I was feeling alone and forgotten and was having daily pity parties on this fifteen acre stretch. Lisa thought nothing of making the drive regularly to come see me and would always bring food and fun and we'd make memories I wouldn't have if I had been too afraid to say "yes" to a friendship that I knew might be temporary.
I love you Lisa! I will miss you, but mostly I'm thankful to call you my friend.