My 99th Photo of 2010!

04.10.2010

This is my sisterwife, Cara.

We're not gay lovers, but we joke

that if our husbands ever died,

we'd move in together and get along just perfectly.

Cara is one of those friends who I love with all my heart.

I'd never tell her that though.

I don't want her to think she's that cool.

But, dude. She IS.

She's that friend I wish I'd had all my life

-- the friend I needed all my life --

but I didn't meet her until

we were planning our weddings six years ago.

I was her makeup artist for her wedding.

And it just goes to show you

that friendships happen so randomly

when and where you'd least expect it.

This is the woman who walked me through

the first few months of motherhood.

EVERY DAY.

I'd call her and tell her that my milk was drying up,

that my boobs were broken and I was starving my baby. 

And this Milk Mama Pro would assure me that it wasn't

and that I needed to CHILL THE EFF OUT.

(Those weren't her words. She rarely cusses).

Her advice on

motherhood

babies

and dealing with life

has been priceless.

Seriously, my advice to new moms?

FIND A FRIEND LIKE CARA.

One who will listen to you bitch and understands you

and knows you're quirky and somewhat odd

but celebrates,relishes it and is fine with it.

(Or at least does an amazing job pretending to.)

Find a friend you can call at any time and ask

why your boobs are doing this,

and why your bum feels like that,

and is it normal to smell funny when you're....

She lays it on the line

talks me back from the ledge

puts me in my place.

She's like a tall cup of cold ice water, served in a funky glass

with a side dose of Xanax.

One word for Cara is

CALM.

And I don't know how she does it.

I've got one chlid.

CARA HAS THREE.

(3, 2 and 3 months. I'm not kidding.)

She always seems to have her shit together.

Without fail.

She recently brought home her newest addition, Violet.

I got to hold Violet for the first time today.

She's lucky I did not steal her and take her home with me.

I could have touched her sweet cheeks ALL DAY LONG.

At the end of the year, when I'm looking back

at this project of "365 Photos"

Violet will be a year old, and along with her sisters

getting into everything.

And I'll have a baby boy

and we'll come full circle once again

to me calling Cara with all my annoying new-mom questions.

Cara, I'm just warning you now...