My Best Friend

There are two types of people in this world. Those people who have a lot of friends, and those who don’t. At one point in my life, I have been both of these people. There have been times that I have had a very active social calendar, and then times when I haven’t. I think this is normal.

This morning as I opened my Bible app and went to the verse of the day, it was about friendships. Proverbs 18:24 says “One who has unreliable friends soon comes to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.”

In my life I have been blessed with some amazing friends, who for a season helped to make me the person I am today. In my life I have also had friendships that were unreliable. They have also helped make me who I am today.

As I have gotten older, I have found that I am more comfortable with a small circle of close friends. However, as true as this may be, there are times when I still feel lonely. I have friends from all areas, and all purposes of my life. I have my church friends, my homeschool friends, my teacher friends, my old friend, my new friends, my sports parents friends, and my family friends. However, I don’t have a best friend, that isn’t in my family.

I have had best friends. I had my childhood best friend who lived just a few miles from me. I had my high school best friend who I would have sworn was my forever friend. She was more like a sister to me, and we saw each other through everything.

I met a person several years ago who was an instant best friend. The adult me really needed that. I needed to have someone who I could vent to, but also that I could be there for. I needed someone who could shoulder each others burdens. And we did. As with each of these best friends, life happened.

My best friend today is easily my husband. I love our relationship. I love how close we are, but there are certain things he doesn’t understand about my life. He tries, but he doesn’t truly understand how there are times when chocolate and Hallmark movies can soothe the soul. He will gladly give me chocolate and watch the movie with me, but he doesn’t get it. He doesn’t understand why cookie dough ice cream can heal a broken heart, or at least make it more bearable. Yet, he will buy my the cookie dough ice cream and gladly eat it with me.

He is my best friend. Undoubtedly. And I am his. Yet, there are things that I can’t relate to him about. I do not for life of me understand the love of Star Wars. Yes, I know that there are some women who are fully engulfed in this franchise. I am not one of them. I pick up tidbits of info along the way, and use them in conversation with him. To which I am rewarded with a kiss and an “I Love You”. However, I couldn’t completely “geek out” with him and carry on an entire conversation with him about it.

There was a time, long ago, when we were strangers to each other. That also seems unreal. I guess I have almost known of him my entire life. I can remember seeing him at ball games in elementary, and hanging around in middle school. I remember sitting at his lunch table, and seeing him, but not really talking. Perhaps, it was because I was sitting with my then boyfriend.

It wasn’t until the first day of high school that I actually met him, and I knew. I knew he would be special. I just didn’t realize that someday he would be my very best friend. I didn’t realize that he would be my biggest supporter.

I may not have a lot of close friends. I may not have a best “girl” friend, but I do have a friend who sticks closer than a brother, and that is my husband. He might not understand it all, but he understands me, and I couldn’t ask for anything more than that. He understands me, and loves me in spite of who I am. What could make a better best friend than that?

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