a friend is one to whom one may pour out all the contents of ones heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that the gentlest of hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping and with the breath of kindness blow the rest away. – arabian proverb.
one of my best friends came for a visit this past weekend. we met 19 years ago this fall. 19 years! his locker was above mine. it was 7th grade. 1987. we were 12. he was definitely the smartest kid in the 7th grade, and graduated 6 years later top 10 in our class. and funny, too. all the girls thought he was the bees knees – even when he parted his hair straight down the middle. we’ve been the best of friends ever since that 7th grade year. even when he dated, and then broke up with my friends all throughout juniorhigh & highschool. even when i teased him endlessly when we were 12 years old for being shorter than i was. even when he shoved birthday cake in my face every single year at our joint birthday party. even when we exchanged silly crushes on each other, never at the same time. even when he told Mrs. McKeaver that I was throwing eraser pieces at him during 8th grade geography. even when he left florida to go to college at MIT while I went to a state school. through all the rites-of-passages that i have gone through in my life, garrett has been standing next to me the entire time. i feel very, very fortunate to have a guy best friend. i don’t think it happens very often, especially for as long as we’ve carried our friendship. he always gives the sweetest cards and letters and gifts and it was garrett that gave one of the most touching toasts at my wedding. he is very much a part of my family.
so, we spent the weekend exploring, dancing at a new friend’s 30th birthday bash, flying garrett’s super cool kite, walking all around the city – all throughout the embarcadero and up to long beach for saturday evening fun. it’s nice to make new memories in a new city with old friends. i’m a lucky girl.