Savannah is on a diet. I don’t exactly know what’s worse part of her diet: the no-cheese (among other things) or the cold showers. Actually, I take that back.  The cold showers are definitely the worst part of it. Regardless, Saturday is her cheat day so on Wednesday when she was craving every form of cheese possible, we decided to fully embrace this cheat day with her and have a party on Saturday to celebrate.

She came armed with bags of groceries. Every variety of things she had craved throughout the week that she hadn’t been allowed to eat, they were all there. Velveeta cheese, string cheese, muenster cheese, pepper jack cheese, colby jack cheese, and, of course, varieties of crackers, chips, and summer sausage.  She looked like a kid on Christmas, just pleased as punch with her spread.

After every variety of cheese had been eaten, we were exhausted.  We propped up our feet and talked for hours, a smattering of sad news and happy news, funny things and tearful things.

There were only a few pee-my-pants laughter kinds of moments (namely the “I’ll do it” Harry Potter witch stagger with billowing cape move) and lots of additional this-is-what-true-friends-are moments.  As I always feel with these ladies, I am incredibly blessed.  It was the best kind of Saturday, cheesiness and all.