My Best Friend

There is no other one that can take your place
I feel happy inside when I see your face
I hope you believe me
Because I speak sincerely
And I mean it when I tell you I need you

You are my best friend
And I love you, and I love you
Yes I do.
                                                             --WEEZER

A best friend is......

Someone you wait impatiently for at the front door. Watching every movement out of the window, hoping it's her coming up and around the curve.  You get butterflies of excitment in your tummy, and you jump randomly and squeal while throwing your hands in the air, all in anticipation of seeing her again.  Especially when it has been well over a month since you saw her last.

"Where's Elwie??? She's HHHHHHEEWWWWRRRREEEEEEE!!!!"

The person you adorn with your best jewels upon the first moments of her walking into your home. You give her a hug, and a kiss, and beads.  Any and every color. And the most beauteous hat you can find.  One that sits perfectly on her little locks that surround her giant blue eyes.  And she blows you kisses in gratitude.

She's the one you sit and run your imagination with. You soar on clouds, you dream of daisies, and cheese, and grapes. You go see George and watch him play golf. 

You tell stories and reminisce about where you met.  And how much you miss Christine. And everything she taught you.  The meaning of friends and the value of sharing.  And how to work together building towers. One does the holding, and the other does the stacking.

Your best friend is the one you feel comfortable belting out your very best and loudest singing voice with, while banging out some well composed music. She cares for you and doesn't want you to get hurt, always looking out for your best.

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Sometimes your own greed gets to you and you want what she has.  And sometimes she wants what you have. But then you realize that it is the friendship you value most and you both decide that the best relationships are comprised of give and take, and sharing along the way.

And most of all, you know how to be silly. And you aren't embarrassed to do anything in front of her.  You join her in laughing at her sillies while she squawls at your sillies.  You think the other is the greatest person in the world.  No matter what happens, you know how to have fun.

Your best friend is also the one who gives you the last little ducky so that YOU are the one who wins the game, when, in fact, it should have been her.

She also puts up with your tired crankiness and wants to see you again. Really soon.

And you mourn her departure because in a two-year-old's mind, a week is so, so, so very far away.  You stand and wave, blowing kisses, yelling "Bye bye Elwie!!!" When her car rounds the corner and you cannot see her anymore, you slowly turn around and with your chin glued to your chest, you work up enough strength out of the sadness of your heart to say, "She's gone."

But that's why she's your best friend. She'll be there next time. And you'll have just as much fun next time as you did this time.

Thank you so very much for coming over, Julie and Ellie.  Cari had the best morning of her life in a very long time.  Until next time, we'll miss you. And we'll look out the window every day, asking, "Is that Elwie?"