There was a blog contest sponsored by my favorite magazine and I thought, eh, what the hell! I was 99.9% certain it’d never go anywhere and that eventually I would use it to tell my blog world about her.
The rules of this contest made me fit allllllll of her into 300 words or less and asked this question, who are you most surprised to be friends with? Like everything else in my life, I asked her what she thought and we talked through what I thought and we agreed and we nodded and we filled our glasses and we agreed some more. I’m fairly certain we never came to a final answer as to why she is my person and I am hers. It’s one of those things that just… is. This is my entry… I considered editing it, adding to it, expanding upon it but in the end decided not to. I like it just the way it is.
So.
This is for you.
WHO IS THE PERSON YOU ARE MOST SURPRISED TO BE FRIENDS WITH
What’s the THING that makes someone a friend? How do you navigate from someone you went to high school with to someone you need to message with multiple times a day? How does an everyday, ordinary person turn into your person? These are things I think about when I think about my person. I have known her for almost fifteen years, yet she has only been my person for half of that time. Our journeys would cross paths throughout that first half and we always enjoyed each others company. We would never ended our time together with a conversation about when we would see each other next. Now, we do. And we always wish it were sooner.
My surprise lies in the answers to these questions. Answers I don’t have, answers we can’t figure out, we’re just so damn glad it happened. One year we saw each other twice and the next we saw each other twice a month. There were lots of late nights, lots of wine, lots of good music, and lots of good stories we can’t remember. And since then we rely deeply on one another. I am honest about myself when I’m with her. I run pretty much all ideas, big and small, by her. She does not judge my shortcomings but embraces them for making me more interesting. We are in constant communication about everything from the baby’s most recent diaper to disagreements with our husbands. She is my person. My go to. My question and answer. Like I said, I don’t know how it happened I’m so just glad it did.
What’s the THING that makes someone a friend? How do you navigate from someone you went to high school with to someone you need to message with multiple times a day? How does an everyday, ordinary person turn into your person? These are things I think about when I think about my person. I have known her for almost fifteen years, yet she has only been my person for half of that time. Our journeys would cross paths throughout that first half and we always enjoyed each others company. We would never ended our time together with a conversation about when we would see each other next. Now, we do. And we always wish it were sooner.
My surprise lies in the answers to these questions. Answers I don’t have, answers we can’t figure out, we’re just so damn glad it happened. One year we saw each other twice and the next we saw each other twice a month. There were lots of late nights, lots of wine, lots of good music, and lots of good stories we can’t remember. And since then we rely deeply on one another. I am honest about myself when I’m with her. I run pretty much all ideas, big and small, by her. She does not judge my shortcomings but embraces them for making me more interesting. We are in constant communication about everything from the baby’s most recent diaper to disagreements with our husbands. She is my person. My go to. My question and answer. Like I said, I don’t know how it happened I’m so just glad it did.
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