When we were little I so envied Bridget's short, straight, dark brown bob. I remember thinking that she was the cutest little girl I knew and I wished I could look just like her. (I longed for dark hair, dark eyes, dark skin.) What a blessing it is when dear childhood friends grow into dear adulthood friends. She was there for me when I was at my most broken, after I had lost my job and my dad was in the hospital. Those days I was humiliated, wretched, unworthy, despairing, afraid of the future, rejected, anxious, ordinary, small. When I felt as though I was worth so little, Bridget was always encouraging, always gentle, always loving, always affirming. We would take walks and eat gelato, watch movies, talk and talk and talk, enjoy the small blessings that we were given every day. I honestly don't know how I would have made it through that storm without her walking with me through the darkness. Bridget and I were children together and it's important to both of us to keep that childlike spirit alive. I love getting lost in fantasy worlds, in science fiction, in natural science, in books with her. Who else understands the special affection I have for Captain James T. Kirk? Who else knows what it really FEELS LIKE to be lost in Middle Earth, Narnia, Fantasia, Hogwarts?
Loyal, honest, creative, magical, beautiful, caring, thoughtful, fun, dramatic, generous...
Bridget, I love you.
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Ok. I'm in tears. Thank you Erin. I love you so much. And you are so everything you said of me and more. To know you is to be in constant fascination. You're so bright! The perfect combination of strength and tenderness. Your spirit is ever moving, changing, growing into what I imagine we'll be like in heaven. I am so honored to be on that golden path with you. Friends have come and gone, but through the years our friendship has stayed. I want to always be a good friend to you, whatever it takes.
hear hear
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