My Besties

I use to say I didn’t have a best friend. This was because I thought, and felt, the same way of all my friends and didn’t want to put them in a category. As well I didn’t want anyone to feel left out. It’s so obvious in my older age who my actual best friends are. The ones, though I may not see as often, are there for me whenever and always.

My best friend Lars, who lives a way aways but I’ve known since 4^th grade. John, who I see at least once a week at our scheduled TV night, who I lived with for years barely coming out of that still friends, always makes it ok to be me. Wesley, whom I can be silly and act however I want with no judgment. And my sisters who define unconditional love. Gypsy gets extra points because she wasn’t born in, she chose us.

I have plenty of friends, some better than others, but it’s ok to have a few best.