First let me say that all girls have "best friends" and "best friends forever". I've come to realize that guys...from little boys to grown men...don't understand these friendships and the importance of them. Maybe it's hormones...who knows. Hey, hormones get the blame for everything else we do :). I have a BF. I have a BFF. And then I have a wife. And no, I am not a lesbian, lol.
What do I mean by wife? I want to explain this to you...but I'm not sure that I can find the words to adequately describe this relationship. It is deeper than a friendship. It is almost like we share a soul or something. I don't think most people are ever lucky enough to have a friendship like this. But to give you an example of our dynamic, I'm going to script out a typical conversation of ours.
Brandie: (getting in my car) Your tire pressure light is on.
Me: Is that what that cute little light is?
Brandie: Dear God, how long has it been on?! You are such a girl!
Me: A couple of weeks. I didn't know what it was. But my car is still running so I figured it wasn't important.
Brandie: This is the reason you always need new tires. No wonder Charlie hates buying you vehicles. We have to go to a gas station...NOW.
Me: Calm down, BB. It's just a light.
Brandie: Shut up and drive to the gas station and I'll check your tires.
Sounds like a husband/wife conversation, right? And yes, this makes me look like a moron. But in my defense, I AM a girly girl. I know nothing of vehicles and tires. And considering I once caused Brandie a mini stroke from having 3 blowouts in a week...2 in one night..she has every right to be upset with me on occasion concerning vehicle maintenance. But that is a story for another day.
Back on track....
I met Brandie in college. Everyone that knows me knows that I talk incessantly. To everyone. All the time. I shared every class with Brandie. And I don't remember the moment we were introduced or spoke. I don't remember it because it seems like I had known her forever. I think I went to class one day and we were just the best of friends. And though I can't remember, I'm sure it was because I talked her ear off. After college, she moved away for a couple of years and I didn't see or hear from her. Not once. And then one day I was in Lowe's shopping and ran into her. And it was like she had never been away. Like two years hadn't even passed. We just picked up with conversations and resumed like the last two years of life hadn't happened. And we have been inseparable ever since. Now it is a rule that neither of us can move away without the other....otherwise, life would stop.
Everyone knows that I am the "girliest" girl in the whole world. Brandie is NOT. But she loves the train wreck that is me. She doesn't understand the flowers in my hair or the glitter or the importance of ballet flats and scarfs and 20 different shades of nude lipstick or the fact that Coach and Burberry are a religion. She walks into Sephora with me and stands by and watches (and shakes her head in disgust) while I hug and kiss all the employees who I know by name and who know me (they know her too because she is always with me). She hates shopping and make-up, but she goes with me and humors me. And when I run out of space to paint up my own hands with eyeshadows, eyeliners, and lipsticks, she lets me paint hers. She carries my bags through the mall while I flutter around like a busy little bee. She even goes and gets the car and comes and gets me at the door when I choose to wear cute shoes instead of comfortable ones and end up whining because "I just can't take another step".
This week when she got sick, I freaked out. Major freak out. Which turned into me yelling at her over the phone. Yelling, being bossy, threatening....she's used to it. I found it funny when one of my coworkers said "Were you talking to your husband? You were giving him hell".....and my response had to be "No, I was talking to my wife". And everyone immediately says "Oh, Brandie".
Brandie was scheduled for surgery Friday morning at 7:30. I was running late thanks to slick roads and parking lots. I burst (yes, literally burst) through the Same Day Surgery door at 7:40, packing my usual 20 bags, out of breath, looking like I was about to have a meltdown and asked what room she was in. They told me she had gone into surgery at 7:00. If you work in a hospital like me, you know we don't do anything on time. I was shocked and upset. So what did I do? I burst into tears, of course. Why? I have no clue. I tried to explain this to Brandie later on. I can't explain it. I guess I thought mine was supposed to be the last face she saw before going into surgery. I was in panic attack mode for the short time it took to do her surgery (which I attempted to remedy with large amounts of coffee, big mistake)....and when she was in recovery, I could breathe again. I don't know what this phenomenon is. I have the same reaction when she goes on vacation without me. I don't like it when she is far away. I spend days feeling like someone tore one of my arms off....even though I don't see her everyday anyway.
We are the most unlikely pair in the whole wide world. Seriously. We have nothing in common. Not. One. Thing. Yet, we can finish each others sentences and know what the other one is thinking without even speaking. It works. And I'm grateful everyday of my life that I have her.
So BB, I've dedicated a whole blog post to you. And that fact that I love you more than life....to the moon and back...infinity. And I think you are A-Mazing for putting up with me....which I realize is no small feat. We will grow old together....with me being the social butterfly that still wears glitter and bosses you around and you being the old woman that hates everybody...and it will work like it always has. Because you love me. And I love you.
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