Her real name is Lenore, but in college a punk singer named Lene Lovich inspired us to redub her Lena. She was game, and it stuck. When she lived in Japan, Lena was easier to pronounce than Lenore, so it stuck there too, most notably with the Japanese man she married. So she became Lena to most people who met her after 1980.
It’s hard to describe a best friend. Talk about unconditional love. I am often high maintenance (which she would deny), yet there she is. We began calling each other Bitch, which is hilarious because there is nothing remotely bitchy about her (as for me…). Even when she’s grumpy she owns it and informs all who might be affected.
Clearly I give her something too. Bitchiness? Or a better sense of how to assert herself. Let’s call it that.
And we have a blast together, doing whatever. She’s so easy to be with. Most people who know her love her, and I am so lucky to be her bestie.
I named my firstborn after her. A very different soul. My Lenore/Lena was a fighter from hour one, fighting the nurses and her dad during her first bath. She’s 17 now, and opinionated. And adored, of course.
L is for love. The deep comfort of friendship, and the inexpressible depth of love for one’s child.
L is for luck.
Sending Love and (Good) Luck to you and both your Lenas. Lovely post. xo J
Thanks, Josna!
Popping over from the A to Z list, howdy!
Friends like that are worth keeping….and writing about….and naming children after. You seem to really have something special.
Happy A to Z’ing
Mark Means
Left and Write
Thank you!
As soon as I type the final word of this comment, I’ll be calling my best friend to tell her how much she’s appreciated. Thanks for the inspiration. And, Happy A-Z Blogging!
Thanks so much!