My Best Friend

I have been blessed with wonderful friends.

There is one in particular though that is so very special.

This friend is a girl. She thinks I am cute she says. I find it hard to believe as I have observed myself in more than one mirror and on more than one occasion and cute seems to me a bit of a stretch for what I observe. She isn't being charitable though. She actually means it. And it makes me happy when I hear her say it even if a bit self-conscious and undeserving.

I think she's beautiful.

She likes to spend time with me and it need not be anything really special that we're doing. I like to spend time with her, too. Sometimes we don't really like doing the same stuff but we still like doing it together. The other day for instance we were in Home Depot and she was looking at stuff all over the store. I was pushing the cart. At one point it must have been apparent that I wasn't having too much fun because she asked me if I was bored. I was bored but the thing is I would rather have been there with her than anywhere else.

She knows my foibles and failures and my frailties and my deficiencies all too well. In fact I think she knows them better than I know then myself. She doesn't make allowances for them either. But she is still my friend even so and that in itself is nearly a miracle.

It is a really great thing to have such a wonderful friend. I want to be that kind of friend to her, too.

I married her.