To My Best...

Lately, conversation about my blog has gotten brought up between friends and I. It's usually comments like, "I totally saw where you wrote about me." Or "why is it that you don't write out our entire names?" And just for the record, I do that because just in case what I write could possibly be incriminating, I don't want the WWW knowing who exactly you are. No thanks necessary. ;)

So a conversation of the same sort was going on a couple days ago at JM's apartment. And she's all like...you never write about me! Hmph. Totally a joke, of course, but I did realize I haven't made much mention of her lately. So here it is:

This girl has been with me through thick and thin since we were 16. She's been there for me through countless boy problems, life issues, my insane way of being a hypochondriac, to lend a listening ear, to say exactly the right thing at the exactly right time and to pretty much make bring me to tears because I'm laughing so hard all the time. She's my sister. And maybe not by blood, but in every other sense of the word, that's how I describe her.

The wedding topic came up the other day during our daily "after work" rant visit, and she threw out the I-want-you-as-my-maid-of-honor card. Considering that she has two sisters, this was monumental. I told her I wouldn't be offended in the least if I was third in line, and she said, yeah, she knows, but I'm the one she can count on to be there and to depend on on the best day of her life. Touched. I almost cried, no lie.

She had a rough day yesterday, and a lot about the future is unknown at the moment, and that's okay. My words to her last night were "join the crowd, J." I have no doubt that she'll overcome this little trial with flying colors and she'll look back in years to come and realize how much of a blessing it was.

We're heading into our mid-20's (scream of terror) and life is not as simple as it was when we met, but one thing that is steady and constant is that we'll always be there for each other. She's been the rock that's held me up when I needed it the most, and I hope that I've been the same for her.

Mad love to ya, sister. Here's to many many more years of remembering embarrassing stories, talking about our good ol' college days, and feeling the pain of the other because that's what makes a best friend. I think we've succeeded.