A love story

I have a lot of friends.  My Sisters being my closest, bestest, might as well be sisters in fact, kind of friends.  The best kind of girl-friends.  We always tell each other the truth.  We support each other unconditionally.  We REALLY only want the best for each other.  I love them both tremendously.

And then there are some friends in my life who I’ve known for – well, forever.  These are the kinds of friends you have

Kurt and me at our 20th high school reunion

 known for so long they become a part of you, an extension.   We’ve been through so much together, teen angsty nonsense, boyfriends and girlfriends and breakups, weddings and children, funerals and celebrations. 

There were years when we didn’t talk so often – life was busy and we lived so far away from each other, but we managed.  And now there is texting.  We don’t often speak on the phone but we text.  All the time.  And, dear God, it doesn’t take long until we revert right back to 16 year olds in our conversation.  I love him like a brother.  Like my arm.  I’m so happy he has such a great wife and kids.

I once read a quote that went something like this – Friends are the people who know everything about you, and love you anyway. 

I have no idea why I’m feeling so sappy.  I spoke with Kelli several times on the phone today, and I worked with Ava all day.  I texted an absolutely inane conversation with Kurt after dinner while I watched the Coyotes lose to the Edmonton Oilers.  I should reach out to Kristy and Kristin and Jeff tonight and bring it full circle, but it’s already 11:00.  But even if I don’t, I know I can.  Anytime.  And they’ll be there.

Aren’t those kinds of friends the best?