It may have been the record playing from her dorm room
which first got my attention. Joni Mitchell, of course.

From that point on, we became inseparable.

Those days were filled with ridiculously crazy adventures, way too much
beer, some bong spills, really bad blonde hair, painful heartaches, cute boys, and loads of those hard, hard, laughs
which knock you to the floor.

We looked after one another, and we took care of one another.

After graduation we began to live out our adult lives.
We ditched our Forenza sweaters, the cheep beer,
and most of that reckless behavior.
There were weddings, babies, new homes, and new jobs soon to follow.

We still make it a point to see each other when we can, though now it’s coffee, hopefully better hair, still some heartache, and thankfully ~ a few of those hard laughs…

There is a richness that occurs in a friendship when you have seen one another at their absolute worst, and still can see their absolute best. And we have this.
We have a history together which allows us the ability to not have to say much
and still completely understand what the other is feeling.

As we were getting off the phone last night,
she reminded me to be ferocious about
taking care of my soul…