My first best friend was Lisa. I was new in school and she talked to me. We sat at the same table, she asked my name, and that was all it took. We were inseparable for years. She was the first friend I ever called on the phone. I can still tell you her family’s phone number. Her house was my first sleepover.
Next came Michelle. We were in youth group together at church, meaning she and I were the same age and sat together. We learned how to be teenagers together, and how to get lost and then found again. When I was first driving she and I planned to go to a store in another town. That required highway driving. I got lost. For those who know the area: I drove from Grafton to Bridgeport to Morgantown back to Grafton. I couldn’t find the Fairmont exit for Gabe’s! Michelle was my Matron of Honor.
Erica was the following best friend. We were in college together studying to be elementary teachers. We were newlyweds, neighbors, and went to the same church. We made school crafts together, and dreamed about being teachers.
Erica was followed by Gayle and Denise. Again we had similar life experiences. This time POOR married graduate students. We went for cheap pizza at Crystal’s (99 cents with coupon), cheap burritos (49 cents on Wednesdays), and cheap movies (99 cents and free popcorn, but the popcorn was sooo salty you had to buy a not-so-cheap drink. Tricky, tricky.).
Andrea was next. This time we added new mother to the list of commonalities. We walked the babies together while our husbands were studying or at work. We shared hopes and dreams on those walks, as well as frustrations and fears. When we moved again, we still visited and always it was just like we had never left.
In fact, that is what makes these women stand out as my best friends. No matter how long we are apart, when we see each other again, it is like no time has passed. That must be the definition of a best friend. I love you, Ladies!
Be devoted to one another in love. Honor one another above yourselves. Romans 12:10 NIV