Dear Best friend (you know who you are),

I can't say it was friendship at first sight because it wasn't. We managed to go to the same high school and yet not officially meet till we met up in college. Sure we had a plethora of mutual friends in common, but that really doesn't mean much if you think about it. Even in college when we met that lovely afternoon in that honors meeting, I didn't know you were going to mean so much to me. Although I should have known when the real reason for both of us at that meeting was for the free food (foodies unite).

It's true when they say, you get closer to someone when you have a common enemy; in our case one old social psych professor. (oh Norm)

I don't think I have ever told you this but the moment I knew you were someone special to me was that day we were in the Staller Center waiting for the ticket booth to open. You stayed with me waiting at an ungodly hour and that meant a lot. Then our bond grew more and more with each burrito bowl we got (r.i.p union burrito bowls; let's face it, east isn't the same).

I love you for being there for me when I needed a shoulder to cry on. I love you for not judging me for eating the insides of a burrito before the tortilla. I love you for encouraging my love of caffeine. I appreciate you being my #1 cheerleader. For knowing I'm a grandma and understanding when I don't want to go out. You are a ray of sunshine in this world full of clouds. I am so extremely happy I met you and got to know you. You are truly one of a kind. Thank you for being my best friend.

Love ,

Your foodie