I've known my best friend Haley for two decades now.
Fairly, the first was spent in bitter enmity. She'll recall my bossiness, I
recall her wild ways.
When you grow up, though, sometimes the things that prevented
friendship are the very parts that keep it together.
Tempered, my bossiness turned into a general maintenance of stability.
Tempered, she learned to understand when to whip out the fun.
Together, we can go out or stay in and make a party out
of anything, keeping it small (for me) but raucous (for her).
My mom loves when Haley is around because she's the only
person who can evoke a true gut laugh from me, and so easily.
I love when Haley is around because everything seems to
have more sparkle and sun when she's with me.
It's been a really long time since we've gotten to hang out but have pieced our long distance together through phone calls and Pinterest
and the single hour we shared in person a month or so ago when she was down for her
sister's wedding.
It was a great relief and great joy, then, to hear she
was coming down from Denver and coming over to me in Arkansas for a day.
I got off work early, we girl talked, went grocery
shopping, made enchiladas, went on a run to Goodwill for a Twister search that
ended in a blue sequin spandex onesie, had friends over, ate ice cream on the
kitchen floor, played games, and talked late into the night.
Growing up can be especially hard on friendships, as you
move around or move out of them.
It makes you especially thankful for those friendships
which grow with you, flex and form and flow.
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