Hey, I have this incredibly stupid idea and I need someone to talk me out of it.
That sounds fun, let's do it together!
Hey, you remember that dumb stuff we did when we were too young to know how stupid we'd look?
Yes! I'll be right there! I just need to change my shoes.
Hey, I need you to come be my filter before I say something I'm going to regret.
Say it loud, but with a smile!
Hey, I was thinking...
That's a great plan! I'll drive!
No matter what ridiculously silly thing we do, we are laughing our behinds off until long after it's over. And, if you overheard our conversations you would think we were teenagers trapped in grown women's minds.
Whatever crazy thought runs through my mind, she's already been there waiting a few minutes for me to catch up. I don't have to worry about confessing the most embarrassing "crimes" to her because she has either already done it or thinks it sounds like a fine way to spend an afternoon.
We have the benefit of age and experience to know that we shouldn't be doing such things. But we also have the benefit of knowing exactly who we are, so we don't care what the bystanders think.
I know that if I really want to be talked out of something, I shouldn't run it past her. Because, with one word, she'll have me diving off the cliff face first with a smile. Or changing my name to match the standard set by the "perfect" woman. Or walking right up to a person I just met and saying the first thing that comes into my mind.
She is the perfect person to make me laugh when I've spent days lingering on all the reasons I have to cry. And, she is the person I would walk through fire for if that's what it took to remind her of how incredible she is.
Yes, our long walks on Sundays might include unnecessary stops to tie shoes and cups filled with a special lemonade blend. And, yes, our Saturday nights might be filled with situations we will take to our graves. And, yes, we may have spent a Tuesday evening, or several, blatantly flirting with people we weren't really attracted to. But we were laughing the whole time. And, I really need that.
Hey, you know what we look like, right?
Classy ladies?!
Pinkies out and all.
Always,
Sari
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