I am often stunned by the love, generosity, intelligence, and talent of those closest to me.
I am the luckiest girl in the world.
I am…alright at friendship, I’d like to think.
Not amazing. Not the best by far.
I know this because I have been blessed with a phenomenal, supportive, super-fun, and (omigosh!) varied group of individuals I’m lucky enough to count as my friends in the truest sense of that word.
They are amazing.
They are the best.
This will be a short entry if only because covering the breadth and depth of their awesomeness either as a whole or individually would take pages upon pages.
I could write essays on generosity, empathy, forgiveness, encouragement, and effort– marvelous gifts I’ve been the recipient of and attributes I am continuously admiring and trying to emulate.
And that’s just their qualities as friends! As human beings? As independent agents admired only by their own merits?
Suffice it to say that I have been really, really fortunate to have met the caliber of people I currently spend time with!
It would take at least an entry for each… But hey, with 365 days to chose from I’ve just made it a secondary goal.
The bottom line though? The tl; dr?
I have some friends I’ve known since second grade. I have six in particular I’ve shared a special bond with since early highschool. I work in an environment where, regardless of age, co-workers become friends. I’m lucky to have worked there long enough where I have ‘regimes’ worth of friends, some of who I’ve known nearly a decade at this point.
Being there when the going gets rough is important, but it’s not everything. The people who stand by and with me have done so and still do so whether the sun is shining high, shadowed by clouds, or imploding and sealing our fates as nuclear mole people.
They have laughed with me and cried with me. Tolerated and loved me through my worst and have always encouraged and supported my best.
If I could take the warms that are bubbling in my heart and stick them to the screen as I type, they would melt your monitor and dancing carebears would sprout from the plasticine goo that resulted.
I could type all night, but there are no words sufficient to express the enormity of presence, support and spirit these individuals provide eachother and me, nor prose sufficient to convey the affection and appreciation I have for them.
The hardest times are made easier with a word, a laugh, or even the memory of a smile.
Thank you all for who you are and what you do everyday.
~all the love~
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