I’m a firm believer that one moment can define a friendship. A true friendship. That moment doesn’t have to be the life changing spectacle some feel it should be. For me, the test of true friendship doesn’t come in the form of big gestures. Let me explain.
I have many acquaintances. Some are closer to me than others, but overall, I keep my personal life at a distance. Growing up, I had ONE best friend. I was fiercely loyal and protective of her. We became closer than sisters, and when we drifted apart it literally closed me off to having that sort of relationship with anyone else. Me and women have always had a harder time getting close. I grew up a tomboy and always felt most comfortable in the presence of men. Until I went and fell in love with my guy best friend. Having a gal pal at that time meant a lot to me.
Not having her around anymore still makes me sad. Too many reasons to number forced us apart but overall, I spent some of my best years with her. Since then, I haven’t bothered to get genuinely close to anyone. I was ok with that. Didn’t even feel like I missed anything, until last night.
A friend of mine, who just completely understands me, solidified her place as my best friend. I mean granted, my husband is my very best friend, but that missing place in my heart, that gal pal, she’s it. How do I know?
We went to bed about 6am last night. We’d been up all night. Laughing. Joking. Telling stupid stories. Sad stories. Sharing pieces of our lives. We knew we had to go to sleep, but we couldn’t bring ourselves to actually do it. Her best friend came along. He’s quickly edging his way up my list of favorite people too. Between the four of us, (the two of them, hubby and I, and my little sister, who spent the night), we in a spur of the moment decision ended up on my queen size bed, laughing, squeezing and just overall having the type of moment you only read about or see on a sitcom. The type of moment you remember for the rest of your life. (Anyone else remember the episode of Friends when Chandler, Monica, Phoebe and Joey ended up trapped in the room and ate Phoebe’s wax to keep from starving because Ross and Rachel were arguing outside? LOL Yea, see what I’m saying?)
I’m exhausted. But I feel so genuinely happy. I’d forgotten how genuinely fun slumber parties could be.
A dirty book is rarely dusty. ~Author Unknown
This one really made me laugh. Because, well, let’s face it. It’s true. 😉