That's what friends' birthdays are for
A few weeks ago, someone asked me what I thought made a good friend. I said:
Someone who is empathetic and sympathetic. Someone who laughs at your stupid jokes and listens when you talk and talks when you want to listen. Someone whom you trust with your secrets and feel free to divulge anything because they are non judgmental. Someone who will laugh with you and cry with you and not tell you everything is going to be fine when you know damn well it's not. Someone who understands when you don't answer their mail or calls right away. Someone who is not necessarily just like you, but who at least listens to your point of view when you differ. Someone who will tell you when you are being an idiot, but be the first to tell you when you're not. Someone who talks you out of bad things and talks you into good things and makes you question your choices at the exact moment you should be questioning them. Someone who is kind and nice and sweet yet prone to bouts of hostility so we can rant and scream and yell together.
I've been lucky enough to find a friend exactly like that. Today is her birthday.
Happy Birthday, Candi. May this year bring less aggravation, more peacefulness and everything you deserve, including a beautiful wedding.