Last night I spent and hour and thirty-eight minutes on the phone with my best friend. I b******, I complained, I wallowed, I self-cared. Yesterday I discovered for the hundredth time in the eight years we’ve been friends that she is my rock. When I hit rock bottom she will be there, when I’m on cloud nine she will be there. Yesterday my best friend proved to me for the second time that no matter how far I move, how many decisions I make that she doesn’t agree with, no matter where life takes me she will be there. She is kind, she is caring, she is everything I am not and that is why she is my best friend, she completes me when I don’t know how to complete myself.
Eight years is a long time. We have been through so much together. It is twice as long as I have been married, it is 2.5 times as long as I have been a parent. She is my oldest friend, the only person who probably knows me better than I know myself, she is the person I turn to in times of crisis, in times of joy. She is the one who I rely on when I can’t rely on myself. Yesterday I understood that life never gives us more than we can handle; it gave me my Amber so that I could cope. It ran me smack into her. I hope I am half the friend she is. I hope I make her half as comfortable as she makes me. I am lucky beyond belief and I am more thankful than I know how to put into words, wherever I go I hope my path is always intertwined with yours, for without you I am less me than I am willing to admit.
This is an open thank you to all the “Amber’s” out there. It is a thank you that we forget to give on a regular basis. Thank you for being there and caring for us when we need it most. Thank you for completing us. Thank you for listening. If you have an “Amber” go ahead and send her the thank you just because, send her a link to the post, shoot her a text; just remember to thank her, to remind her that she is the peanut butter to your jelly, the Monica to your Rachel, the Cristina to your Meredith. As always