I'm Just Sayin'

Sometimes a friend comes into your life who makes you a better person. K is that friend.

It’s hard for me to put into words what K‘s friendship means to me. She’s seen me at my worst. She’s seen the whiny, self-centered me who only knew how to focus on myself, on the negative. She’s loved me through it, but she has encouraged me to look at the path I’m on, and rethink if that’s where I actually want to be.

K is fiercely loyal. She has friends all over the world, from all walks of life. I’ve seen her interact with them, and treat each one like they’re intensely important. Because to her, each one is. And she daily demonstrates to me that she is a life-long friend. That she won’t replace me–that I can’t push her away. She’s invited me, both literally and figuratively, to be a part of her family, and I don’t take that invitation lightly.

Around her, I can be myself. Because she’s already seen it all. She’s seen me wearing a bright pink wig and acting out scenes from Twilight. She’s seen me fall off of a giant bouncy ball. She asks me if I’m okay before she laughs. She knows that I’ll hurt myself even before I do. That is the sign of a true friend.

K is an incredible mother. She worries about whether she’s doing it right–which is a sure sign that she is. She loves her children in a way that makes me want to be a mother. Or at least in a way that makes me want to one day pass off my own children to her for some concentrated Aunty K time.

I love to make K laugh. Because when K laughs, you can’t help but laugh too.

And she taught me how to throw a football. She’s all about the real life skills.

K is an incredible cook, a talented writer and would look good in a burlap sack. Those are all things I like about her.

But I love her heart. I love that she loves deeply.

Feels deeply.

Lives deeply.

K makes my life better.