Even though I crawled back into bed to hear my husband’s scratchy voice whisper, “There’s my girl,” making my heart swell in only the way he can, I went to bed realizing I have had more than one great love in my life.
What a gift that our bond has remained and deepened over 10 years, long-distance, four children, and busy lives.
You were my rock, but she was often the physical manifestation of dependability and protection and comfort. Thank you for her steady presence in my life during a stormy and unpredictable year. “…I love her like a sister that I both look up to and look after. I had just read something that my 23-year-old self scribbled off the cuff… words of gratitude for my best friend and a prayer over her life. and text my best friend, the one person I can text in the wee hours of the night and not think twice about it.
There was one journal entry that caused me to reach for my phone at 4 a.m. There’s something about looking back on the things that used to occupy my mind-things that are now resolved and long forgotten-that settles me. After tossing and turning for an hour last night, I finally got out of bed and began reading an old journal.
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