To the one who I share all of my secrets with no fear of judgment, to the one who I can call at 3 am or 3 pm and you'll pick up the phone, to the one I love to hate and can fight with like a sister and to the one who never left, thank you. Thank you for inspiring me to be a better person and a better friend.
I have known you for as long as I can remember. Back to the days of riding the big wheel down the hill, playing house on the pool table in my grandma's basement, booty-shaking contests in Catholic school and watching hours and hours of Miley Cyrus music videos on YouTube trying to sing and dance like her, you were always there.
My last cheer try-outs, my senior night, my high school graduation, the night we slept in my car in the middle of a field, sorry mom, you were there. Thank you for knowing when I'm lying and when you need to back me up and thank you for trusting in me on your darkest days.
Whether it was a trip to Worlds Of Fun when we were twelve or a Drake concert last year, I find you by my side. The countless inside jokes and the telepathy we have gained over the years cannot be replaced. Thank you for introducing me to your new friends and thank you for never letting me do anything stupid (alone).
We have been through several best friends together, maybe it's because we are intimidating or maybe it's because we are annoying and nobody can stand being around us for very long. Regardless, thank you for being annoying with me. And someday, in the distant future, thank you for being my Maid of Honor in my wedding to Future.
From the day we met until now, we have been through it all together and there is no one else I would rather fight with, laugh with, cry with or be a Cheetah Girl with than you. Through the 20 some years of friendship you have been by my side through times when our moms were way too embarrassing, our brothers were beating us up over a game of monopoly and even the death of our favorite scary-story telling aunt.
Thank you for being my little sister, my daughter's God Mother and my person. Without you, I'm not sure how I would've made it through hours of riding around blasting T-Pain, you singing the wrong lyrics of course, and drinking our happy hour sonic drinks in little old small town America.
