Best Friends

It's good to have best friends. The kind who know you and love you through everything tragical, bittersome, wonderful and lovely in this world. You know. Those kind of best friends. The kind who finish your sentences and who let you cry and look ugly doing it, even if snot is running down your nose. (Not that this happens to me, that is.)

It seems that no matter how bleak life might be, no matter how dark the shadows might be in the furthest reaches of our souls, our best friends will be the ones who pull and drag us out. Who know us inside and out. They are the ones who remember us from the days of bad high school hair, ridiculous teenage experiences, who share the heartache of marital struggles and the confusion of young motherhood. We can look at each other straight in the eye and at the same time think and say out loud, "How the hell did this happen, and when the hell did we grow up?"

My best friend, Shayleen, instantly made the years I aged in the past few months come off of me again today. Somehow, I always feel like I can make it just a little bit longer. She reminds me of what true loyalty is, she strengthens my heart, and I caught a glimmer of who I really am and who I once was. She is the other side of my coin. I have no idea what I would do with out her.

I pray to high heaven that I will never have to find out.