Mommy Only

My Best Friend

Where do I even start?! Oh I know… Heather- Grab some tissues; because I know you and this is gonna get sappy.

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I know everyone has a best friend who just makes their life great but I don’t want to brag… alright yes I do, my best friend is incredible. While looking through pictures on my computer I found some over the years of my best friend Heather and I, and holy crap I could not stop laughing and being like, “I remember that!”

We have been best friends for as long as I can remember, she knows the actual timeline though. Heather is the yin to my yang and she keeps me wild. We used to go to school with each other till one year in middle school she moved and had to change schools. Unfortunately we had lost contact for a while but we kept running into each other’s families and passing messages and phone numbers along so occasionally we talked. Well one year in high school we found each other and it was like we were never apart, we talked like nothing had changed and years hadn’t gone by.

I invited her to our farm house for a sleepover one time after a long separation and we talked, and talked, and talked. The farm house I lived at was out in the country in Snow Hill, we were surrounded by soybean fields as far as the eye could see and had a quarter mile long driveway. Instead of being cooped up in the house in the middle of the night we decided to go for a walk down the driveway. Halfway down the driveway we just laid down and looked at the stars (you see so many in the country, its beautiful) we talked for hours; we had to catch up on several years’ worth of separation so it took a while.

We had some more separation after that but we met again in college and we were inseparable. Before we had to be adults we did whatever we wanted, we skipped classes (sorry mom), we stayed out late (movie marathons and midnight showings), drove around town just cause we could, got our toes done, had sleepovers (omg so much sugar), and caught up for all the time we lost. No matter how much time passes or how many times we get separated she gets it, she’s my person. Through love and loss, life and death, good times and bad, as a shoulder to cry on, a confidant or someone to bring me back to reality she’s been there. Her opinion is incredibly important in my life because I know she has my best interests at heart even if something are hard to hear. Heather point’s things out I never think of and builds me up when I need it. I would trust her with anything because I know she could handle whatever what thrown at her.

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It’s hard to find a best friend that just gets you; you don’t have to explain yourself even though you do anyway because they already understand. There isn’t any fighting because there is no need with someone who understands and plus you would miss them too much. I know people use the word “soulmate” when they talk about their significant others in a romantic sense but the meaning of soulmate that’s what she is to me. “Soulmate means-A person with whom you have an immediate connection the moment you meet — a connection so strong that you are drawn to them in a way you have never experienced before. Your soulmate understands and connects with you in every way and on every level, which brings a sense of peace, calmness and happiness when you are around them” (source- Urban Dictionary). We are just that in sync with our personalities, views, everything. She makes up what I lack.

 

Life gets in the way now for us to hang out as much as we did in college but we still talk all the time. We still hang out when we get the chance, our kids play together, we call each other’s mom’s mom, she’s my sister, my soulmate, not just my best friend. (Which is why she will laugh and forgive me for some of these pictures)

 

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