If you ever find yourself in gym class, pretending to have cramps and sitting on the bleachers make sure you turn around and make friends with the girl doing the same thing. Because you’ll be making the best friend you could imagine.
This girl and I? We have HISTORY. We have that sort of epic friendship that can only be summed up by a string of inside jokes. I’ll spare you all most of them. Most of them. But our friendship is more than silly jokes. What we have is so much more than I could ever hope to find with another person. My best friend is my soulmate. She’s the other half of me. She’s my old elephant. She’s my sister. She’s my rock. She’s everything to me.
When I told her I was getting divorced she supported me. When I made some VERY bad decisions and mistakes she supported me. When I said I hated everyone in the world she supported me. And when I broke down into a sobbing mess she supported me. There is nothing that she hasn’t been there through and I love her for that.
No friendship is perfect, but ours is pretty damn close. We annoy each other and we are so different, but it works. I can’t imagine spending more than a few days without seeing her and I’m fairly certain if a day passed without talking to her the world would stop and we’d all DIE. It’s possibly co-dependent (totally is), but it makes us happy and we’re not hurting anyone. Probably. Okay so my ex hated it, but he doesn’t count.
My best friend gives me the truth when I need it and lies to me when I am begging for a lie. She will be the first person to jump to my defense and the last person to turn me away. I can’t thank her enough for everything she’s done for me this last year. I sometimes regret that we hit different periods of our lives at different times, but the beauty of our friendship is that it doesn’t matter if she’s a mom and I’m single.. we still get each other.
So, happy birthday to my dear, dear friend. I love you. You’ve saved my life more times than you know and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.