I have a friend who knows everything about me.  We went to kindergarten together at one school and continued to go to the same schools from there to elementary school, high school, to college in town and then to college away from home.  She knows more about me than just about everyone.  And I can tell her anything and everything without a thought as to whether or not she will repeat it.  I know my secrets are safe with her.

I can empty my soul, share my mistakes and spill my emotions.  My tears and laughter, my fears, my triumphs, all are stored in her open mind and tender heart.  I fear that I am not as good a friend to her as she is to me.  But I try not to think about it.  I don’t feel worthy of her friendship, even though she would object if I told her this.  I hope and pray that I have been there for her.

She is a true introvert and I am an extreme extrovert.  I’d like to think that we compliment each other.  I hope that I have always been there for her as she has always been for me.  She is not apt to tell me all the things that happen to her as I do.  I pray that she will call on me when she needs to talk or just to be there with her.  I hope that I have been in the past.  She needs to know that I would always want to be there for her as she has been there for me. 

We have fun when we do things together.  Being with her is always a joy.  Her laughter is wonderful and contagious, just like my mother’s.  And that is the highest compliment I can give.  Surely I am blessed beyond belief.  She is a treasure of inestimable value, and I am so grateful.  We are, and always have been, friends for life.  Nothing could be better than that.