We share 20 years.
She hosted a beautiful wedding as I joined my life to my first real love, and provided a haven when he returned to his; liquid, cold, uncaring, and violent.
She was there through the howls of birth; first mine, and later, theirs.
And, as I suffered through the death of one not to be born alive, she was there as I emerged from the examination room, holding a single rose, and her tongue, on the long, silent ride home.
When I determined to try again, staring down forty, she propped me up when my feet were too swollen to carry me, and never failed to remind me of the folly in my decision.
Now as I bare my soul, share my guilt, and bemoan my lack of restraint, she does what only she can do....
"You arm-wrestled God for a man, honey! What did you think was gonna happen?"
This is her gift...
© Copyright 2007-2008 Stacye Carroll
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What an incredible friend, and what an amazing piece of writing. You have captured the very essence of your friendship and distilled into a few paragraphs. This friend is certainly a keeper. And she does have a way with words....Thank you for sharing.
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