Dear Best Friend,
With you, I never feel like I have to prove something. I'm just me. The best moments with you have been when I've been in sweats and have my hair pulled back in a greasy bun, coughing up who knows what or have tears streaming down my face. You always think I'm beautiful, no matter what state I'm in. Some days, I wasn't very nice to you...but you forgave me anyway and were at my side almost immediately.
The first time I really met you, you were sitting next to me...praying next to me...and listening to the lesson from our seminary teacher. You always thrived off the spirit, and couldn't get enough of it...I still love that about you. Your laugh made my little heart smile. I always looked forward to those days.
One of my favorite moments is when you came around the corner, wearing your student council jacket and headband, complete with bulging backpack, laptop, possibly scriptures and who else knows what. Haha! Why did you always have so much stuff? I looked at you and got a big smile on my face.
You always knew how to make me feel special. I can't even begin to count how many mysterious juice boxes appeared in my hand. You always listened to all my stupid stories and were right there every time I had a ridiculous boy problem. How did you put up with me? How many visits did we make to Starbucks to get those Strawberry-and-Creams? And you always put extra sugar in yours to blast your entire universe.
A few weeks before you left, we sat outside on my curb and talked till two in the morning...and that was one of the greatest times of my life. I don't even remember what we talked about...but I remember how good I felt when you got in your car. One of those last phone calls where we cried because we didn't know what we would do when we couldn't pick up the phone to talk to one another for two years...it was so hard.
When you left, I felt like I was shot out of a cannon. All the sudden my life got crazy. Senior year, graduate girl!, singles ward, and then college. All those big things that happen in those "first five years out of high school" were all happening so fast! It was almost like Heavenly Father gave me you to help me prepare for it all, and now he was testing me on everything I had learned. It was time to prove myself. It's sort of like training wheels on the bike. He was holding the back of my seat, he let go...you were the training wheels, then you left and those wheels blasted off. What's fascinating to me is that even though you are busy serving and loving the people, I still feel more supported by you then I ever have.
I guess it took you being thousands of miles away to realize that I never really saw you like I should have. I didn't realize what I had.
Now I do.
At this point, half of you may be saying, "wow girl, that's kinda sketchy posting about someone like that...who knows what will happen", which is very understandable. I've felt the same way! But here's why it's okay. ;) My first blog post back in Summer of 2010 I said I would share with you my world. Well, you could imagine how your best friend could take up a pretty big part of that.
I hope you all have a phenomenal week.
Make it so.
Make it so.