This weekend I did something I always wanted to do: I went Christmas shopping with one of my best friends. The part I always wanted to do was shop with a friend who reciprocated my friendship and love for her. I can't even tell you how much I loved it. I was supposed to go shopping with one of my best friends, S, but her uncle died this past week and she had to go to his funeral. I had spent last weekend shopping with my other best friend, A, but asked her if she would come along with me this weekend because S had to back out. She gladly accepted, and was at my house first thing Saturday morning.
We then did another thing I have been wanting to do for a long time and haven't done but once since I moved here: we went to the mall. It was one of the best days ever. A and I have so much in common it is freaky sometimes. We think alike, like all of the same things, share the same mannerisms, etc. We were also in all of the same places at the same time throughout our whole lives, yet never met each other until we moved 1300 miles away from our homes here to Texas and then we met at work. What a very serendipitous start we got off to. Needless to say, we were instant friends the day we met and have been very close ever since.
When we started out shopping that morning, A told me up front she had no money, but came along to keep me company and help pick out my gifts. We ended up stopping at B&BW where she found the perfect gift for her sister. I, of course, offered to lend her the money to buy it, telling her she could even wait until after the holidays to pay me back. It reminded me of the day my old friend refused to loan me .26 cents to help pay for my lunch (.26 CENTS!). I loaned A $50 without batting an eyelash. Its money, and she means more to me than $50. I don't care if she never pays it back.
We spent four hours together on Saturday shopping, going out to lunch (which I happily paid for), and enjoying each other's company. She knows all about my old friend, and we even talked about her that day and I asked her if she thought I should write my old friend a letter, which I will get into in a later post. I told her so many times that day how much I appreciated her and the friendship we have. She feels the same way about me, which is so awesome to me. I didn't want the day to end.
When I am asked if I got anything out of the demise of my old friendship, I absolutely say yes. I learned to choose my closest friends more wisely, and I also gained an greater appreciation for the four (yes, FOUR!) best friends I currently have in my life. They really help make my world go round and I can't imagine life without them. My relationships with these wonderful women help me see what I was missing. I wouldn't trade them for all of the Bs in the world (my old friend's name started with a B [ironic, I know]). I thank God they are all in my life, and that the feelings I have for them are 100% mutual.