Fifty years ago I agreed to let a little girl join me playing on my swing, having no inkling whatsoever that fifty years later the friendship that bloomed that day would still be going strong. Together we have navigated the pitfalls of work, life, love and children, our relationship being built on common interests, loyalty, deep respect, wonderful memories and awkward moments. A good friend is like a four leaf clover; hard to find and lucky to have. Best friends laugh at the same stupid things we do. They give us honest advice and will be there for us, even when we are miles apart. They celebrate with us when we are at our best and still love us when we are at our worst. They know how crazy you are and will still choose to be seen with you in public. Life is so much better with true friends and I am blessed to have many; a good friend knows all your best stories but a best friend has lived many of them with you. Who knew what was in store for us fifty years ago?
Dear best friend, I don’t know how to thank you but I’m lucky to have you in my life.
You laugh, I laugh, you hurt, I hurt, you cry, I cry. You jump off a bridge – I get in a paddle boat and save your stupid ass.”