Til Death do us Part

(No, I did not elope in the last couple of days.)

My friends mean the world to me. Actually, they mean more than the world to me because I would give my right arm…last dollar…shoot, my life…absolutely anything, for them. I don’t say that to exaggerate just how much I love my friends, I say that because I mean it with every fiber in my being. There is a huge part of me that is deeply rooted in them and I cherish the fact that God has blessed me to know such amazing people. When your life intertwines with people like this, you realize that these bonds are built to last a lifetime. In many ways, it is like the vow you take at the alter, when you pledge your life to someone for the rest of your days here on earth. But with friends those vows are never uttered, they are just understood.

For the past few days I have been in the company of my best friend Jasmine. I have known this girl for half of my entire existence on earth and I love her more than something as simple as words could ever convey. This past year was probably the least amount of time we spent together one on one over the entirety of our friendship. Factors such as a husband and a flourishing career have cut into the quality time I’m used to having with her, and for a selfish person like myself, it was a hard thing to become accustomed to. I will be the first to admit that I crave attention—be it from a boyfriend or a best friend.
But even though our lives have become more grown-up and we find ourselves morphing into real adults, the core of who we are and what we mean to each other will never change.

I’ve spent the last couple of days doing not much of anything but enjoying each moment as if it was the most pleasurable way a person could pass time. I think life’s most important moments are like that—made up of memories spent with people you love, doing the most ordinary things.