You've got a friend in me

1 in a million - Post 9

​Sometimes it is easy to focus on our struggles even though there are many incredible things to celebrate. Two nights ago, I woke up in a panic. I was in the middle of a dream where my best friend was sitting on the floor crying, and I woke up just before I got to ask her what was wrong. I patiently waited until an acceptable time to text her to make sure things were alright. For the last two days, I've randomly found myself just sitting and thinking how lucky I am to have her in my life. She is my "ride or die" (until about 9 pm). She's seen me at my absolute worst, yet we are still friends going on 18 or so years. We have laughed and cried our way through life experiences, even sacrificed a good purse once or twice. We usually know what the other is thinking and can finish each other's sentences. We don't agree on everything, but we love each other beyond any disagreement. We have so many inside jokes. It's hard to remember where some of them originated. We know each other so well that we've never lost a game of Catch Phrase against our husbands. 

A friendship like ours is hard to come by, more like once in a lifetime. No matter how alone or misunderstood I feel, I know if I call her, she will speak my language when she answers the phone. She has made comments that her children might replace her as my best friend in the last year, and I would like to mention that she did get a battery-operated monster truck for my son when he was three and told him that if I told him no, he should drive over to her house (which was two houses down). 

In all seriousness, she is not replaceable. I wish that everyone had a best friend like mine. She makes life a little brighter, a little more vibrant, and a lot more fun. Thank you, Chrissy, for just being you.  I love you like frogs like peanut butter.