"Oh, who could be at the door!?" I wondered as I nearly trapped myself in the spare bedroom, which wasn't much of a bedroom anymore. The still unpacked boxes from the move almost 2 years ago remained in unorganized stacks throughout the room, where there was barely a path to walk through.
I made my way out of the room and peeked through the small window in the door. I gasped and flung the door open so quickly that I accidentally knocked my innocent dog, Cherry in the behind.
It's been at least 2 years since I last saw her. Her life was busy in Baltimore. She'd been attenting graduate school for what seemed like several years.
It was my best friend.
She looked the same, only her sandy blonde hair was cut shorter, with cute choppy layers.
We hugged for at least 5 minutes straight, while laughing continually in our usual high pitched squeal. More torture for my dog, i'm sure.
She was here visiting her family and decided to surpise me. I was about to be heading out to do my much-needed-thereisbarelyadropofmilk grocery shopping. We decided to meet up later for coffee.
We met in the 3rd grade. I had just moved to the south from Chicago. I was the shy girl with the very nothern accent, while she was more outgoing with a slight southern drawl. I can't say that we were instant friends. In fact, we disliked one another. For little girl reasons, I suppose. Friendship came later. Two years later, actually.
It was the first day of 5th grade. I slumped in my desk dreading the year ahead. I knew no one in my class. Finally, she walked in. She looked around and apparently I was the only one she recongnized. She sat in the desk next to me and the rest is history. Okay, so maybe our friendship started off only because we were desperate to have a familiar face to talk to, but it became so much more than that.
Weekends were spent with our "lavish" sleepovers of popcorn and movies. We never fought once, not ever. We understood one another more than anyone else could ever understand us.
She was the smart one, I was creative. After high school our lives took us in completely different directions. She went off to college while I stayed here and worked, planning on college the following year. College never happened for me but marriage and a child did.
She remains focused on her schooling and career while I am focused on my family and church. We lead two very different lives but can come together as if we were one person.
We met later that night for coffee. We talked about old times, we laughed, and talked about current things.
There are times when I have felt like I wanted a lifestyle like hers, so free, so driven. She admitted to wishing she had what I have. Someone to come home to at night and a child to tuck in. In the end, we are both very happy with what we already have.
God gives us friends for a reason. I suppose there are many reasons for friendship, but I am lucky enough to know the reason for ours. We balance one another out. We make eachother appreciate our own lives.
Woman have a special bond. I don't know what it is or why it is, but I know it's special. I thank God each and every day for my friend.
I know we will always be friends. I know that no matter how different our lives we will be able to get together for the occasional cup of coffee and not be mothers or college students for just a few moments, but be best friends.