"Friendship is a single soul dwelling in two bodies." Aristotle
She knows me.
No, not just the fact that I'm a coffee addict and that I live to run.
Or that I'm impulsive and can appear flighty when it comes to committing to events or trying something new.
She accepts that I'm obsessed with the happiness of my children and am constantly asking them, "how are you feeling in your heart?"
No, she's at the heart of me. She knows the ugly stuff....the deep, tucked away stories that don't get told at parties and aren't part of the resume. She knows the embarrassing stuff like I'm a cheap date and puke after 2 glasses of anything alcoholic in nature. And she knows the fantastical...like what I'd be doing if I wasn't living this life.
And she calls me. And she dreams with me. And she cries with me. And she hopes. And she prays. And she pushes.
And she calls bullshit when she knows that I can do better. And she's willing to take the fall if it means that I'll get the glory for a brief moment.
And she remembers when I run. That I'm scared shitless of races. And my kids' birthdays. And that I suffer from Catholic guilt more than anyone should.
And she celebrates everything from fitness goals to the fact that I told someone to 'Fuck Off' even if it was only in my mind.
And she loves me.
There is no price tag that can be put on friendship. When it's real, authentic, gritty, available, and reliable....there's nothing you won't do.
Here's to all the "she's" in my life. Soul sisters. My village. My girls.
I couldn't do it. Any of it. Without you.