I returned home the other day after a particularly long day of complicated SDAs to find a belated birthday card from my best friend. Enclosed was a picture of us at her wedding, standing arm in arm as we did when we were kids.
Ever since, I have been pondering best friends and what that means. I have found that people use that term too carelessly, too superficially. A best friend is not a fair-weather friend. A best friend is not someone on your holiday card list that you think of once a year. A best friend is someone who has weathered many trials and tribulations with you. She shares your panic when you hear on the news that an escaped convict was last sighted in your hometown and races over to your parent-less house with a butcher knife...just in case. She fights with you about silly things, but is always there when you need her to ask a boy if he'll "go" with you, because she is much braver than you. She inspires you to try new things, constantly marveling at your achievements, no matter how small, and rarely acknowledging her pivotal role in who you have become.
I wonder if it is possible to form such close relationships as an adult. Or is it relegated to childhood, when you are learning as much about yourself as each other?