We met when I was 12 I think. Seventh grade, when we were that awkward stage of in between – too old to be kids to young to be teenagers. Braces, bad hair, bad bangs, bad fashion choices, zits, and mismatched foundation when we snuck wearing make up. And many slumber parties, laughter, talking about boys, playing practical jokes and making plans for when we “grow up.” Somethings never change, except now we can drink wine.
And I am going to visit her for the holiday.
Best friends are like that, and I am so lucky to have her on my side. And that is the thing about life – there is always a best friend with whom to share thoughts and make memories. No matter who you are, where you are or how old or young you are – there is always someone who has been there forever, and without whom you could not know life. There are people whose call you answer, no matter what time of the day or night the phone rings, and no matter what meeting you happen to be in. That friend who is there, no questions asked, and no judgement. But also the one who will kick you in the bum if you need it.
Where would we be without those friends? I don’t even want to think about it. Because they keep us sane and yet don’t even bat an eye when we are crazy. We can call them tell them we have decided to sell the kids on eBay, and they tell us Etsy is better. We say we need a shovel for the ex, and they say they know the perfect place to hide the body. They are the first ones to cheer when we win, and are right there with us on the floor, with chocolate and tissues when we loose.
My bestie and I have been each other’s rock during hard times – break ups, make ups, deaths, job loss, bills, mid life crisis, mid twenties crisis, weddings, and more bad decisions than either one of us would like to admit…you name it, we have been through it together.
We haven’t seen each about 3 years, since right after my mother died. Yet we talk almost every night, and never spend more than a few days out of touch with each other. And I cannot wait! It will be 4 days of fun, laughter, tears, planing, talking, wining, catching up and just plain living.
Life is short. Visit your friends often. Tel them you love them every time you can. This life is precious and you can’t take it with you. Make the memories, take the pictures and have stories you could never tell your kids and grandchildren. Know when to sit on the couch drinking wine, and know which one of you is Thelma. Because that is a life well lived and well loved.
Watch out AC, the girls are back in town…