Every little girl has that childhood friend with whom she is so close that strangers might believe they are siblings. This friend puts up with everything you do. She learns your flaws, knows all your mistakes and slowly picks up your bad habits. She is what you call your future bridesmaid.
Dear Childhood Best friend,
We don't talk anymore, nor do I spend every minute at your house. But I know that if I pulled up at your house, your family would welcome me with open arms. If you added up all the time I spent at your house, it would equal a couple of years. My favorite memory is how we spent all day outside no matter what. Yes, literally all day. OK, well maybe not all day, but close enough. After our typical breakfast of cinnamon rolls, we would either think about going swimming (depending on what season it was) or going for an adventure. Usually the latter, but your mom knew we would probably be on good ole Charlie.
Out of all the imaginary boyfriends and futures we made for ourselves, we learned a few life lessons from these fake experiences.
It isn't always about us. We thought of ways to make it better for each other. When one of us was down, we somehow would find a way to make things seem a little less hard. Even at the age of 8, things can get stressful. From then to now, those stressful situations seem so simple.
Just because the sun goes down doesn't mean the fun has to stop. For all the nights we put up a tent, watched movies and ate multiple bags of popcorn, thank you. You taught me that a simple night staying in can bring more memories than going out to have "fun."
Materialism isn't everything. Who needs Kate Spade wallets or those new Nike sneakers? You taught me that there are many things more important than having that materialistic temporary item. Simply by going to the zoo or actually becoming Junior Master Gardeners at the zoo, we used the money we got from our parents to learn and grow instead of getting that Razr cell phone.
In middle school, you were the reason I started playing volleyball. As much as I wanted to quit, you were the reason I stuck with it. I can't thank you enough for my college volleyball career. From all of the drama we have overcome, I know that if needed you, you would always answer my call. From my many weird quirks to my kindness, trust and openness to making new friendships -- I owe it all to you. Thank you for being my number one, my crying shoulder and simply my best friend.
Love always,
Jessica
