It was the middle of freshman year of high school and the girls from my class and I were sitting in the lunchroom, eating, laughing and talking about whatever 14 year olds talk about. Boys? Probably not. This was Fourth Baptist Christian School, after all. Suddenly, one of the girls who had been casually reading, looked up and announced with confident conviction that, “gullible” was not in the dictionary. As if it was planned, in perfect unison, Carrie and I both dropped our jaws, leaned forward and exclaimed in an innocent belief, “It’s notttt?!” The other girls didn’t even have time to process our stupidity and start laughing before Carrie and I looked at each other and just knew. We had just become best friends.
Carrie and I have found ourselves in countless scenarios over the past eleven years where others are rolling their eyes while her and I are rolling in fits of laughter. This has been one of the most defining, wonderful parts of our friendship. Finding someone who not only accepts my weirdness, but adds too it, now that is a friend worth holding on to, tightly.
Family health scares, breakups, transitions, decisions and more than a few bad days. Carrie has been there for not only the good but also the tough times. You can’t even understand the phrase, “I couldn’t have done this without you!” until you have had the love, acceptance, support and insight that I have found in friendship with her.
No matter where in the world either of us may be physically, there has never been a distance between us. As soon as one of us hops on a plane or picks up the phone, we start right where we left off. It does not matter if it has been a week, month or a year.
I have met some amazing people in my life. But inevitably, as expectations and reality collide, even the best people, sometimes my own family, have disappointed me. Not Carrie. Not once has that girl let me down. She acts in the most thoughtful, selfless way. Which is probably her biggest, and arguably only, fault: she is too damn nice. She goes out of her way for others, says “yes” when she already has too much to do, and pours into her family and friends wholeheartedly. If you have had the opportunity to meet or get to know Carrie, you know exactly what I am talking about.
My favorite thing about my best friend Carrie is that not matter how old we are, we still always make time to be silly and carefree. Who else would come up with the crazy idea to ride through a carwash or moon strangers on a road trip?
With her I am seventeen again, driving around together in my truck, making an adventure out of nothing. I am thankful everyday that I have that girl by my side. No one else in the world is a better shoulder to cry on, motorcycle camp student, wing-woman, co-pilot or partner in crime. She is the stripes to my polka-dots, Class President to my VP, the Trista to my Heather.
Circa Summer 2014