There is a term we love to use in America that applies to my story tonight, “BFF or Best Friends Forever”. It’s a silly slang term that according to Wikipedia, “is a close friendship typical of teenagers and young people”. Well, my BFF and I are not either of those things but the term works for us, even in our old age.
I’ve been running around with her for over ten years now. We are ten years apart in age and act as goofy as teenagers most of the time. I keep her young and she keeps me grounded. It really is a good fit. I don’t think either of us could imagine our lives without each other anymore.
My BBF has lived through the worst of my worst days with me. She is always there to support me and wipe my tears when I need it the most. She is also honest, which at times is the opposite of what I am looking for but always what I need. My goofy friend is wise, compassionate and hard-headed as they come. But you know what, she has never passed judgment on me, even after all of these years and all the crazy things I’ve done. She’s just there for me.
I wonder how many people get to share their lives with someone they know truly loves them and expects nothing in return? It feels incredible knowing that I can call upon my BFF at anytime and she will be honest with me. I might hear, “Are you #$*^%*! kidding me?!” or “Sweetie, you’re going to be okay, keep moving forward and don’t look back”. My favorite response from her is, “Sorry, my bra is off, go to the movies by yourself!” Her husband cracks me up too with comments like, “Let’s drop a nickle in Alicia and see how long she will talk before she notices that we don’t care!” The realness of our relationship is what makes my heart sing.
We don’t blow smoke, so to speak, we tell each other the truth. While it is sometimes hard to hear, we really keep each other in check. We know that whatever we share with each other is honest and based on love. Where else can we get that in our lives? Not everyone is comfortable being honest. I joke about when people ask, “How are you?” My question back is, “Do you want an honest answer or are you just looking for fluff?” I don’t think that most “friends” really want to know and truly don’t care.
It is the goofy friends that we cannot get rid of that care the most. It is the ones that come racing over when they find out that you are sick or need help with anything. Only best friends forever truly get it.
I wonder if I’ll be able to talk my BFF into touring Italy with me. She’s turning 50 and I’m turning 40; how could she not go?! Oh, wait, she’s the honest one. Her response when I last asked her was, “WHAT? YOU ARE DOING WHAT? YOU’RE CRAZY. HAVE FUN WITHOUT ME!” I truly love that BFF of mine. xo