A Love Letter To My Friends

Friend

Unfortunately that word gets bandied around too much.

Thanks to Facebook that word can now apply to anyone from your bestie to that person "you met once at your cousin's wedding, they sent you a friend request the next day and you're too nice of a person to deny them the request even though you know you'll never see or talk to them ever again."

This kind of treatment causes the word loses its punch. 

It gets the brush off.

It becomes something closer to what you might call an acquaintance rather than someone more dear.

I don't know about you, but my friends deserve better than the Facebook treatment because they're so much more than that. 

Let you tell you about my beloved ladies.

They are my:

Kindred spirits (I would like to thank my favorite fictional red head, Anne Shirley for this one.)

Sisters from different misters

The world's most precious commodities

Family by choice.

The ones who walk alongside me, and sometimes push me up that hill when I can't climb any longer.

Who I can unashamedly be my awkward self around.

Who aren't afraid to smack me upside the head when I'm being a whiny baby.

Who tell me I'm beautiful even when I truly do look like crap.

With whom I have crazy inside jokes and phrases that make people wonder if we're still sane (Spoilers. We're not).

("Squatch sisters! Wen. You must be spending a lot of time outside. Greasin' the creases.")

We can pull them out whenever the occasion calls for it and nail them every dang time.

We can read each other's most subtle eye roll, eyebrow raise/wiggle, head tilt, or blank stare.

Who can finish my thoughts even before I finish thinking them through.

Who know when keep the chocolate/salt and vinegar chips/kahlua and cream coming.

Who I would defend until MY dying day.

Who like being around me not in spite of but because I'm a giant nerdy weirdo.

Who know when it's time to throw down an 80's power ballad sing along (Answer? Anytime, all the time.) 

We know each others fears, hopes and dreams, and we each do anything in our power to soothe, inspire, and encourage those.

Who know how to make me laugh at the most inappropriate times, and I adore them for it.

Who sometimes know me better than I know myself (Oh sweet heavens, that so cliche, but...it's true.)

Who spur me on when I lose all drive and ambition.

Who I still can't believe that the Lord blessed me with their friendship.

Here's to those ones

You precious, loved beyond belief soul sisters.

I love you. (And before you protest my cheesiness, because I know at least one of you will, just let me love you and accept my dairy product loving ways.)