Alisa’s my BFF, my bestie, my chick, my-sister-who’s-not-really-my sister, whatever you want to call her. She’s one of my favourite people in the whole wide world. We’ve known each other since 1984! Seriously, 28 years. There is probably nobody who knows me better than this girl. She calls me on my crap, she’s who I go to lean on and she gets me, the real me. We can finish each others sentences and have been mistaken as sisters more than once in our life.
She may also kill me for writing this post, she’s a pretty private girl but I needed to let the world know how amazing she really is.
You see, Alisa has given me the greatest gift ever. It didn’t come in a pretty package. There was no gift receipt needed and no Hallmark card for this occasion. About three and a half years ago, when I only had one little man in my life and Alisa didn’t have her little pickle yet, we had a conversation about what would happen to TJ if something were to happen to both Tristan and myself. Being that I am an only child and all of Tristan’s family is in Argentina, Alisa was my obvious first choice. And of course, because she’s awesome, she agreed.
Fast forward to today. Alisa has a sweet little girl of her own and I now have 4 boys, 4 and under. I hadn’t given much thought to what would happen to my brood if something were to happen to us until we started changing our life insurance policies. Suddenly, it hit me. Who would possibly want to raise four kids that weren’t theirs? Especially if they had their own family on top of that. Tristan and I knew that his brothers would gladly take them but there is a few thousand miles between us and quite honestly, we aren’t sure of all the legalities and then there’s the fear of them being uprooted. My Mom had offered, but even she alluded to the fact that due to age, she wasn’t our best choice. There really was only one person that I wanted to take the job. The one person who knows all my secrets, who could tell my boys crazy stories about us growing up and who I knew would keep me alive in their soul and love them as her own – Alisa.
And so after our traditional Malbec Monday, I asked her. Would she take my boys if the unthinkable happened? God bless her, she didn’t even hesitate. I asked if she needed to talk it over with her husband and she simply said, “don’t be silly, you know we would take them”. And in that exact moment, I received the greatest gift of all. The security, comfort and peace in knowing that my boys will always be, no matter what, loved. And if we couldn’t fulfill our role as their parents, they would have the next best thing.
Obviously I am banking on never ever having to redeem this gift but to Alisa all I can say is Thank You and I Love You.
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