Everyone has a best friend. Right? I mean, a best friend other than your spouse…if you’re married. Counting my husband, I am so blessed to have three. Yes, The Big Sexy is without a doubt, my best friend too. He is the one that when I share my fears with him, he calms me. If I feel down about something, he lifts me. He’s the first person I want to call when I have good news about something. He makes me feel safe. He loves me unconditionally, he loves me not in spite of my craziness, but because of my craziness and if you know me….that is a big job all by itself. We were talking about my best girl friends the other day and I told him that without a doubt, he was my best friend, but a girl needs to have her girl best friends that she can be catty and silly with. Someone that she can talk about girly stuff with, complain about stuff to. Stuff that men, not even husbands, will just never be able to understand. So he asked me, “What if something terrible was to happen to your best friends? What do I need to learn from them to be fully capable of being your one best friend?” Okay, that question alone, was almost enough to have me curled up in the fetal position, crying my eyes out. What? Huh? Oh my God. I don’t even want to think about it. Not having my two best girl friends? The thought of not having them literally gives me pains in my chest. Anyway….I’m not sure he should really WANT to be equipped to be my one best friend.
I have the one who’s been my lifetime friend. Literally, since birth, we’ve known each other. We don’t have to talk every day. Heck, sometimes we don’t talk for a few weeks, but I know that if I were to pick up the phone, right this minute, and say, “I need you.” She would be here in a matter of minutes. She’s been there beside me for every major event in my life, from being in love for the first time, to feeling like I would never meet anyone, to getting married, the birth of both of my children, the death of my mother, the death of my mother in law….everything. I sang in her wedding, was there when both of her babies were born, sang at her mom’s 50th birthday, sang in her sister’s wedding, sang in her brothers wedding. We have experienced some things together that every time I think of them, I laugh. Catching runaway hubcaps, chasing after twenty dollar bills in the front lawn of a boyfriend, falling out of vehicles, having complete breakdowns in the Sonic parking lot, the list can go on and on. She was with me the night before I got married, giving me advice and giggling with me while we relived memories. She was with me and The Big Sexy on the way to the hospital to have our first child and saw me decide that I had changed my mind in having a baby, but calmly told me that I was gonna be okay and my son would be the most beautiful thing in the world…..she was right. I know I forget to tell her how much she means to me and that I can’t imagine having lived my life without her in it, because she has been such a part of it, from elementary school, to college, to now. I love her dearly.
Then,I have the other who, if I don’t talk to every day, I text. If we skip a day without talking, it doesn’t feel right. What in the world could we possibly have to talk about, every single day? Everything, no really….everything, or everything about nothing. It could be something as simple as a commercial that we saw on t.v. last night, to complaining about our children not cleaning their rooms, to missing our parents, to griping about work, to complain about the person on the speaker at McDonald’s trying to sell us a McGriddle when all we wanted was a freaking hash brown. Heck, it could simply be about the woman who is sitting in the car next to you at the red light, digging in her nose while smoking her cigarette. It could be anything. But we know that we will understand why we are bothered about something, or are excited about something, or why we are laughing so hard about something that someone else would totally not get. We get each other. We know that a simple song can lift each other up….whether it’s a video from youtube or something we completely made up. We know that even though we say, “I’m alright.”, when something major has just happened…..well, she’s not alright until I see her face with my own eyes and determine that she’s alright. Some people may think that we are obnoxious with how close we are and….well, we are. I don’t know why that is, but it just simply, is. You don’t find “true” friends much nowadays. Everyone always wants something from you. I don’t think that’s the case here. I am as protective of her and her children, as I am of my own husband and kiddos. I know she feels the same way about me and my family too. And do you know what else is so awesome….my husband loves her to pieces. So often, you have a friend that your spouse just can’t stand. I thank God that this isn’t the case here. I love the fact that they are one another’s favorite turds. I love that fact that my family loves her family and her family loves mine. We are best friends, because we understand the totally random things that cross each other’s minds. We are best friends, because we don’t judge one another…EVER. We are best friends, because we know that what we say to one another stays between us (but it is sometimes okay to share with our husbands). We are best friends because we can be silly, catty girls with one another and that’s okay.
So….back to how to prepare my hubby for the day, should it ever come, where he will have to be my one and only best friend. Well, baby, you’re gonna have to learn how to sit right next to me and Facebook or text with me at the same time. I know, I know, it’s silly….but we will be laughing at each other the whole time. You’re gonna have to learn how to cover my behind, no really, COVER MY BEHIND, should the time call for it. You’re gonna have to learn how to read my facial expressions and know if it means “Oh my God…I can’t believe she’s wearing that” or “Chit is about to hit the fan, prepare to duck quickly.” You’re gonna have to learn to listen to me complain about the woman at the store who sniffed the clothes that I was returning and just about got her arse whipped for insulting me in that way and not complain that I made you listen to that story five times already. Are you ready? Set? WAIT….you already do and know all of those things. You are totally prepared for this. Because you ARE my bestest frand.
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