Meet Shell. She's Italian, outspoken, strong, emotional, a fabulous chef, very artistic- creates BEAUTIFUL things-- with all different mediums. She paints, sews, takes beautiful things apart and puts them back together again so she can see how to make them herself. She gives wise loving counsel to young people, and somehow, she's one who can just "slide it into home base" without them protesting too much! She has three hot young men for sons and one Adorable lil grandson.
Why do I tell you this? Well, for one, it's her birthday, and this is her biggest gift from me; secondly, Shell is the kind of friend one always dreams of having. Dreams are great to have. But they don't always come true. I dream about trips I wish I would have taken when I was young, or about time gone by that I wish I could have back. I dream I had Oprah's influence and wealth without all the hassle that goes with it. But when I need someone to understand why I chose what I did when the world seems dead-set against me, or someone to tell me it will be alright when one of my kids just did the unthinkable, or a friend to hold me when I can't do it myself, I call Shell. And she's there.
Some things in life really are priceless. The colors you see in the very real starfish we found, the stunning serenity of the ocean and its vastness, quiet moments spent soaking up love unseen. I hope that you have found your Shell. Life isn't worth living without one.
On the red carpet, I'm not looking at Jodi Foster. I spy... my gifted friend, doing her thing... naughty, fun, in the background... almost hidden, but never where she's told to be.
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