i’d really just like to post a joanna newsom song and wallow, but today i find comfort and pure happiness in the fact that 25 years ago, a best friend was born.  someone that came into my life when i was at a height of sad and brought all kinds of happy for me, someone that would sit on my couch with my while i cried, someone that makes me laugh roughly 92.4 times each time we hang out, and someone with a heart as pure and honest as they could possibly come.

the first time i got sick after moving out, i spent the day in bed being miserable.  i called my best friend crying because i wanted my mom so badly, and 15 minutes (okay… probably more like an hour and a half) later, she showed up and pluckily perched herself on the edge of my bed, told me all the details of her day and fed me tea and meds from the drugstore she smuggled over in her over-sized purse until i felt better.

my best friend is also one of those girls at the bar that lets other girls come in the stall with her when she goes to the bathroom.  before i was friends with her, i’d see her do this and think it was all kinds of weird and uncomfortable.  now, on the rare occasion that i actually do go out to the bars and we’re together, hers is the first arm i grab when i have to go to the bathroom and we totally gossip our hearts out in our shared stall for a few blissful minutes while business is taken care of.  

jessica and i keep a book of funny things that people say around us when we’re together, most of the pages are filled with hilarious quips from my best friend.

yeah, maybe she’s not great at driving or being on time EVER, but the thing is, those are two things that i’m really good at.  she’s extremely thoughtful and artistic and somehow manages to balance her time between working full-time and making beautiful things for people to wear, which is something i’m horrible at.  i’ve never once spent time with her and regretted it afterwards or truly had a bad time with her around (when she doesn’t fall asleep while with me).  no matter what type of scrape i am in, she has been there to provide calm during my freak out moments.  she’s encouraged all of the best in me.  she has the heart to tell me to my face that if i ever wear harem pants i will quickly lose every friend i have.  she’s endearing in every way.  i am not in any way romantically attracted to her, yet i wish she could be with me every day because we just have so much fun together and our personalities were literally build to mesh.  i could gush for sentences and sentences about her, she is, without an ounce of wiggle room to argue, one of the most loving and supportive people i’ve ever met, and that’s why i am both proud and very humbled to call her my best friend.

ashlee, i love you.  happy birthday. 

 

 


ps)

this is part of your gift from me.  it’s a work in progress, but it’ll look great at some time this week and we’re going to sell the beautiful pieces you make:

http://buttonsbloom.tumblr.com/