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Sex and The City says a person gets two great loves in their lives. I'm lucky enough to be 25 years old and have already met my quota. My adult loves have been my husband, and my Heather.
Heather and I have souls that fit together like puzzle pieces. We go together like...
Thelma and Louise
Laverne & Shirley
Peanut Butter & Jelly
I have known Heather since I was 17 years old and she was 19. We were just a couple of kids working at a restaurant that would give us memories that still make us smile today. It was during those times that I learned the basics about Heather. She loved music, she loved having fun, she hates her (beautiful) hair, and she tells you what you need to hear even when you
really don't want to hear it.
I made so many mistakes and bad choices back in those days, and Heather was always there to swoop in and save me. Even when we both knew that I knew better, she would be there to pick me up in the rain and tell me I deserved better. We also had nights that were filled with fun and laughter. Knocking on old lady's doors on accident and staying up all night long talking. Going to work on no sleep and making up songs while we poured ranch dressing. We worked all morning to have money to spend that night. We bought matching leather pants (her's blue, mine red) and matching flower tattoos. We smoked cigarettes and ate whatever we wanted. We were an unstoppable duo.
Then came what I call 'the breakup'. For a year or so, we just didn't talk. My consistently bad choices helped in pushing her away, and her drive to make a struggling relationship work pulled her away. During that time I got pregnant and gave birth to Chase. We ended up reconnecting in a WalMart of all places, and I met her new fiance: Adam. I was asked to be in their wedding, and was ironically matched to walk down the aisle with a groomsman named Wesley. :)
Heather helped me find the strength to leave an unhealthy relationship and start believe what she had been telling me all along: that I really did deserve all the happiness this life had to offer. Heather has a way of making life seem like a fairytale, and one of the best things I've learned from being in her life is that if you think like she does, your life soon becomes a fairytale.
Since those 'good ole days' life has changed in some ways, and in other ways it's stayed the same. We're both happily married now, to men who make us laugh and support us and love us with all they have. Our husbands are best friends and we live right around the corner from each other. Since those 'good ole days' we've had to grow up a lot. We've trashed the cigarettes, boxed up the leather pants, but still eat whatever we want. (Probably the only reason we boxed up the leather pants!) We can't stay out drinking all night and sleep all day, and we
usually don't let the laundry pile up to our ears anymore. But we're wives. And we're mommies. And those parts of us bring rewards far greater than any hangover.
Heather has always been there to pick me up when I fall down. When my dad died, she was there. Not to say "it's going to be ok" or "I know how you feel", but to say "it just f*%@!ng sucks, and I'm here for you". She asked the questions that she knew I was thinking. We've cried together and laughed until we've cried together. We've thrown parties that we sweated over until the last minute, then plopped down in something cute to act like it was just 'a little something we threw together'.
Heather knows more about me than any other human on this planet. And she loves me for all of it. The good and the bad. She is accepting, open minded, and loves unconditionally. She sincerely wants everyone to know love and happiness. She is braver than she gives herself credit for. She is my cheerleader when I need a pick me up, and my diary when I need to vent. She's my support system when I'm stressed, and my voice of reason when I'm being irrational. She's artistic and talented in ways she doesn't even realize. She's an amazing mother, and I could never explain how lucky I feel to have her in my life. We've been best friends for almost 10 years now, and I can't wait to see what memories the next 50 years bring. So here's to more memories, more babies, more laughs, more tears, more vacations, more love, and to fitting back into those leather pants of ours! Ok...maybe not the pants part. Heather...I love yousa. :)
