When I opened my mail today I was confused, there was something other than the normal assortment of bills, there was a bright pink envelope that I wasn’t expecting. As I tore into it I realized that my best friend is the worlds most wonderful human being. Thoughtful, kind, selfless, genuine, caring, I could go on for an eternity. She had sent me a Mother’s Day Card with the most wonderful message inside, reminding me that she is always there for me—always more thoughtful and caring than I could ever hope to be.
Amber and I met at college orientation, she was the only other female in the political science group and so I quickly latched on, informing her that whether or not she liked it she was going to be my best friend. She went home and told her mother how crazy I was; yet here we are nearly eight years later navigating this thing called life together. We’ve been through so much together: breakups, bad jobs, poor decisions, graduating, long spells where we can’t figure out how to stay in touch, each of us independently moving down the coast and into a new life, kids, my kid pooping up her arm on our way to Savannah from Boston, we’ve even lived in each others guest rooms for short periods of time. She’s the best thing that I could have ever wished for – she never misses a beat (not a birthday, not a Christmas, not any reason she can find to celebrate). She is my sunshine at the end of every long tunnel and I know that no matter where I am and what I need she will be there.
Everyone has his or her rough patches, the times in life when you don’t like yourself let alone anyone else. I seem to have one every other year where I just immerse myself in myself, finding fault with everyone and everything for about a month, hating life. These are the times she shines, she busts through making way for others. There are many people who have entered my life leaving small traces (memories, changed habits, new ideas or notions) but there aren’t very many who a) want to stay and b) are allowed to stay. Amber is my oldest friend, she is the one who for some reason I have latched onto like Rose latched onto the door while the Titanic sank—she is my life jacket. We don’t always agree with or like each other’s decisions but we are always there for the victories and defeats. She is one of the few people who can say she has supports my decisions no matter how dumb she thinks they are, and she doesn’t hesitate to tell me how dumb they are either.
I hope everyone has their Amber, their crazy who drives over a thousand miles to attend a baby shower and turns around and does it again four months later with a newborn in the car, and then a year later for a first birthday party; the life jacket that they can depend on when the waters get tumultuous. Somewhere along the line she crossed the boundaries of friendship and became family. She cries with me, laughs with me, celebrates with me—she makes me a different kind of me when I’m around her, a better me. I’m so glad I was able to call dibs on my Amber when I did, cause without her I have no idea where I would be.