Something So Strong – my best friend

My best friend and I came together because of our work. She was a quiet shy teacher and I was this rather loud area leader. I supported her, offered ideas and suggestions, we learnt from each other and I helped her with the naughty boys. That was over 15 years ago now. I don’t know at what point we decided we would be friends, I try to remember, to pull some strand from my memory to put a time on it but it eludes me.
We have stories, our shared stories, we have things we say to each other …
Me: “Hold on, nice boys don’t kiss like that.”
Her: “Oh yes they f*&^ing do!”
Her: “What wrong you?”
Me: “Him foot me!”
Us: “I carried a watermelon!”
Nonsense to others but filled with meaning for us, her and me.
We are friends.
We are best friends.
She brings me joy, the birth of her children and their deliciousness has bought me joy, they love me and I love them, they are an extra bonus of being her friend. Her husband makes me laugh, he is a sweet and kind man with a wicked sense of humour, he misses me when we don’t see each other and he’ll tell me so! Another bonus!
At times we are each other’s anchor, we are each other’s sanity, we are each other’s moaning point, we are each other’s so many things.
I am happy in her company. I love her.
She makes me laugh, I make her laugh. We share stuff, we offer opinions, asked for or not, we take on advice, we give and take each other’s time. We help each other, we can be relied on to support each other, we know each other, we can call bullshit on each other if needed and we will do anything for each other.
Writing this makes me smile, so many memories flood into my mind’s eye, I am blessed.


And then … there is you. The other one, who just appeared one day, or rather who was just there at the end of the table asking questions. He says he knew we would be friends from that interview … really? That’s a bit of a wow for me and it made me laugh and grin, really?! I’ve known for many of the last eight years that I was keeping you, but I’ve said it lots in the last two or three years almost to try to convince you that you weren’t getting away. This is the one who will challenge me, the one who I torment with questions about all sorts of things, the one who listens to me, the one who I am still getting to know, the one I think isn’t so hard to know if you take the time and ask the right questions, the one who is a ratbag kinda like me, the one who is more likely to be found in my company with his filter off, saying all sorts of outrageous things and making me roar with laughter, snorting often. He gets a rather pure form of me, the one I might really be … that makes me happy … I am lucky!

Daily Prompt: Something So Strong

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  13. purplesus says:

    Reblogged this on Purplesus' Blog and commented:

    I’m reblogging this now as these two will help me through this little hiccup in my life, they will stand by me holding my hand and laugh with me through the silliness or laugh at me and take photos of me looking a fool.
    I am loved and I love … my friends and family … how lucky am I to have picked perfectly!

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