Traits of a best friend
If you have a best friend, you are truly blessed.
Over the years I've had several best friends. One from high school who later married and moved away,
Then a couple of military wives that I bonded with after we were stationed at the same military bases for several years.
Our children, too, grew up together.
Although time and distance did take its toll on those friendships, we kept in touch and visited each other occasionally.
After my husband retired from military service, my family settled in Gosnell.
There I met a best friend. We have gone through many of life's experiences, good and bad, over the past 35 or more years
The friendship didn't form immediately but over time we became close friends.
Our husbands were friends, also, but they didn't bond the way my friend and I did.
Last weekend I visited that best friend and we had a good time, sharing our thoughts.
That got me to thinking about the traits of a best (female) friend.
A friend is someone who is glad you showed up. She accepts you as your are and will let you be your own person.
Yes, she offers advice but doesn't try to change you. She does give feedback.
She's a good listener. Outside the family, she is the first person you turn to when you have a problem to solve or a burden to bear.
She sticks close by when the going gets tough.
She has a sense of humor, but is deadly serious when she needs to be. She laughs often and lifts your spirits.
When you need a boost, she is there to give it.
And she is happy in your accomplishments.
She sticks up for you when others try to drag you down.
She allows you to confide in her but she doesn't blab to others the secrets you've shared.
She is honest, loyal, supportive, tolerant, and looks out for you.
You know her phone number by heart and feel free to call in an emergency.
When you are ill, she is concerned, helpful.
She respects your need for "space."
She understands you, values you, and walks beside you in life's valleys.
Recently my friend lost her spouse of 50 years. It was then my turn to support her, be with her, and console.
It was my turn to listen, to sympathize, to understand her deep loss.
We put time into our relationship. We get together, talk on the phone, communicate.
My friend and I shop together, like men bond on the golf course.
Sometimes we attend senior citizen lunches or attend worship services together.
She talks about her family a great deal, and I talk about mine. That sharing has brought us closer, too.
She tells me about the anecdotes of her great-grandchildren, and we laugh.
We share out hopes, our dreams, our time.
A best friend is somebody who knows every last thing about you, yet still manages to like you anyway.
The only thing better than a best friend, is two of them.