You can see love. There’s just something – a buzz, a heat, a fire – that you can always seem to tell surrounds two people who are deeply and truly, madly in love.
You can see family. The grandmother who pitches in and babysits to give her own child a little respite from the daily grind of motherhood, the father sitting at the head of the dinner table asking his family to bow their heads in prayer, the teenage daughter that shrilly yells, “I hate you!” when she’s told for the millionth time, “No, you can NOT date that boy!”
And you can see friendship. This is what it looks like…
It’s really hard to make friends as you get older. Sure, you meet all kinds of people, have all sorts of acquaintances. You might have a cup of coffee with them once in a while, or have them over for dinner parties. You might have lunch with them once a week, or go hiking with them once a month.
But I’m talking about REAL friends, not situational friends – the soul sisters, the ride-or-dies, the women you meet where there is just an explosion of friend chemistry and you can’t imagine what your life would ever be without them.
The sad fact is, as you get older, your priorities change, schedules become tighter, and you often become pickier about the kind of people you choose to be in your life. While we were all too ready to explore every avenue of friendship in our teens and twenties, it seems after thirty, the era of making BFFs pretty much comes to end.
But on those rare occasions, you might just be open enough to that chance, to that wonderful possibility. Maybe like me, you’ve just experienced a huge life change, and there’s a brief moment where you realize, I could use a friend.
When I met Brittany, I honestly didn’t know how much she would end up meaning to me. First, we were colleagues, then we were work BFFs, then suddenly, she was cuddled up next to me on a Friday night while watching Merry Friggin’ Christmas, scarfing down a Hotties pizza, and ranting about the thoroughly stupid things that the men in our lives were doing at the time.
She’s not just any old friend, she’s a best friend. And she’s leaving me!
God bless her, just when I realize I can’t live without her, this child decides she wants to move to Portland. And you know what? As much as I’ll miss her, I know she’s got to go. Because I am living proof that taking a journey into the unknown can be the greatest thing that could ever happen to a person.
So, this one is for you, babe. I love you.