Happiness is having a friend...

...who drives miles and hours with five young kids in the car to come visit you.
...who doesn't mind that you didn't fix your hair or put on make up.
...who goes to the grocery store with you because you seem incapable of going on your own.
...whose children you actually like.
...whose children get along with yours.
...who thinks you are a good mother because you let your kids get dirty.
...who will let hers get dirty right along with yours.
...with whom conversation comes easy.
...who stays up till all hours of the night talking with you about anything, everything, and nothing.
...who knows your imperfections and still likes you.
...whom you like and respect as a person and a mother.

Happiness is having a friend like Liz.