This is friendship

She knows that potato chips and cupcakes and wine make a perfectly acceptable dinner when you’re on vacation.

She’s been making you belly-ache laugh for nearly 20 years.

She never judges you. Never. In fact, most of the time, she says exactly what you’re thinking and it’s one more thing you laugh about.

When Aerosmith's Rag Doll comes on the radio, she sings Yes I'm poopin' instead of Yes I'm movin' with you during the chorus.

She takes her marriage and her kids and her job seriously and it shows.

She assures you that 40 isn’t too old to start a family and that you’d make excellent parents because ‘Just look how you fuss over that dog.’

She’s the one who can make 1 a.m. feel like only 10 p.m. when you’re drunk and dancing in your backyard.

She says ‘You don’t have to live like this’ over post-shopping Long Island iced teas a year ago, inspiring you to call your doctor and ask for a breast reduction.

And she tears up right along with you a year later in the fitting room at Ann Taylor when you’re wearing a halter-top for the first time in your life. And it looks good.

Then she belly laughs with you because you both just got emotional over an outfit.

This is friendship.
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I am listening to: U2 – City of Blinding Lights
I am not reading: The new Harry Potter
And I am: So blessed