Читать книгу Friendship Isn't a Big Thing, It's a Million Little Things - Becca Anderson - Страница 10

I remember my first good friend. I met her in the first week of first grade, and we are still friends today. We could not be more opposite, but, for whatever reason, Abby and I just clicked. We literally saw each other through every stage of life: awkward braces phases, first crushes and first dates, first heartbreaks, homecoming, and prom. I was also a bridesmaid at her wedding. Abby was a child of divorce, and we stayed at each other’s houses at least a couple of nights a week. When her father was on dad duty for the weekends, I went trooping along, and went trout fishing and camping with her and her dad, who was a proper Hemingway-esque gentleman. He was also the high school principal and didn’t let us get away with a single thing but also instilled a love of literature and nature, as well as stressed the importance of being a life-long learner. Abby’s mom was really fun and seemed so glamorous to me. Like Abby, her mom was gorgeous, whip-smart, and gregarious. I can say that I honestly felt like a member of the family and very loved and accepted. Friends are the family we choose, and Abby is truly my sister from another mother.

I bet you have such special sisterly women in your life. Hold on tight and never let them go.

LYLAS! (Love Ya Like A Sister!)