I have two best friends.  One is a girl that I met in high school, and we’ve been friends for 16 years.  We lived together in college and afterwards, until she got married.  Even though we live in different states, we still talk on the phone a couple of times a week and do projects together; for example, last November we both wrote short novels, cheering each other on via email and phone.  We’re helping each other edit the novels now.  Eventually, years down the line, we plan to live in the same city again and open a bookstore together.

My other best friend, whom I usually refer to as my oldest friend, is a guy that I met in kindergarten.  We’ve been friends ever since.  I can’t remember not knowing him.  We obsessed over the same stupid things in junior high, even liked the same boy a couple of times (he’s gay), and he was even roommates with my (now) husband for a year.  I followed him from my home state to Texas, and now he lives in Oregon, but we keep up through email. I even know what he’s eating for lunch or dinner through Twitter updates.  We have been friends for 27 years.

I’m going home to visit my parents this weekend.  My girl BFF still lives in my hometown, and my boy BFF is visiting his parents too, so I’ll be able to see both of them in the same weekend.  I’m overjoyed! 

I have a friend that I met in grade 4, we clicked instantly and have remained best friends for over 40 years. She has been beside me through all of lifes up and downs. The death of my kid brother at the age of 24, my marriage, the birth of my children to whom she is Godmother & ‘Aunty’. I was there for her when her Dad passed, when her husband passed, through good times & bad through thick and thin we have remained the best of friends. And although we don’t get to spend as much time together as we would like, we know in our hearts that your best friend is never further away then needing her can reach.