What is a friend?
I have a friend. She was there the day I was born. She was there on my worst day. And she was there yesterday.
And I know for certain that she'll be there for me tomorrow. I will never stop loving her and she will never stop loving me. Our first fight, which was once so bitter, is a joke to us now, though there are times when we still irk one another. Together we laugh, together we rage at the world, and even on occasion, together we cry. But on very special days, after we've laughed and raged and maybe cried, when the world is sleeping and the stars shine in the sky, we will whisper our dreams across a pillow of friendship.
A secret is a precious sign of trust. She knows I can keep them when she tells me to. And I know I can trust her to keep my secrets locked away in that special part of her heart.
Some days we drift away, but always there's the strong tie of life-long friendship to pull us back together, and I know I can count on her for anything. Always, she's there with a smile, a kind word or an encouragement. Some days I'll hear a knock on the door, and there she'll be, with our favorite movie in one hand and a chocolate smoothie in the other.
She's the only one who could convince me to jump in an icy pool at 9 o'clock at night.
She's the only one I watch sappy movies with, screaming and crying and sighing.
She's the only one I tell all my funniest moments to, although usually she shares them.
She is the Ethel to my Lucy, the Betty to my Veronica.
I have a friend. She was there the day I was born. She was there on my worst day. And she was there yesterday. And I know for certain that she'll be there for me tomorrow.
Genesis 29:17 "Rachel was....beautiful."
Beautiful inside and out. I love you.
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