Our Friendship's History
We say it started at birth because we were born one day apart in the same hospital. We didn't meet, however, until the 2nd grade. And on a whim, I called her one day and asked if she wanted to go skating with me. Who knows what would have happened if I had never called and I never really want to know.
She has been my most constant friend and probably my first "best" friend. She was always there for me when I needed her most- this includes boy problems, proms, graduations, sickness, and my own wedding last December. I remember asking her to live with me at the end of my freshman year of college because I realized that everyday I got to see her was a good day, a happy day. And I wanted to be happy and see her every single day.
Then, sophomore year of college, she became more than my best friend- she became my sister. She was there with open arms after a horrible break-up. She was there to call and schedule and doctor's appointment when I was really sick one day. She even walked across campus in something like 18 degree weather to drive my car back to our dorm so I could go home- I was too sick to go get it myself and without missing a beat, she began bundling up and asked for my car keys. And then, she introduced me to Christ. This alone changed my life, and without Sara, I don't know how I would found Him.
The Past Year
Sara is a better friend than I could have ever hoped for. She kept me strong while I planned my wedding while my husband was at tech school for his job in the Air Force. She is the one who demanded I moved my wedding date up 4 months so that I didn't have to spend an extra 4 months away from my husband and that I could just make a trip home for her wedding. Who helped to keep me sane when work, graduation, class, my mother and my husband-to-be were completely driving me nuts and stressing me out last Fall? My beautiful best friend, Sara. And who was the best maid-of-honor I could have asked for? My sister, Sara.
She is an even better friend for providing me an out of the MOH position, saying she understood if I wanted to stay with my husband in England and wouldn't love me any less for it. Part of me wanted to take the out but deep in my heart, I knew I would hate myself for the rest of my life for missing such an important day of her life. So today, I stood beside her, held her flowers, fluffed her dress, and carried tissues for her tears in my pockets as her Matron-of-Honor.
Would I do it all again, spend almost 6 weeks apart from my husband, just for this one day?
For Sara- in a heartbeat.

(A Special Thanks! to Jennifer Creed for the photo!)
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