Three years ago, right before senior prom, I wrote a letter to my two best friends. I reminisced on the years that came before our last days of high school, all of the middle school laughs and how we grew, from age 11 to 18, together. Attached at the hip.
Fresh into our twenties, our lives now look completely different. Two of us are almost seniors in college. We all have jobs and rent to pay. One of us is engaged. All three of us are still crying happy tears over the previous sentence.
We don’t see each other in the hallways of high school every day, and we can’t always make our schedules match. Early on in my college career, that filled me with sadness. I used to ache for our days of Panera after school and late-night sleepovers every weekend.
Somewhere along the road of the past three years, my heart changed pace. I started to see us as individual people, with three beautiful and engaging lives. We still support each other. We still get excited over small victories and huge life changes. We still bust up laughing at the same things that made us laugh in high school.
As I’ve grown older, I’ve realized friendships start to look different. Sometimes you have to catch up over lunch and dive back into your everyday life. Sometimes you get a whole weekend to travel to Chicago and cry about One Direction like you did when you were 17. It’s all about balance.
I am truly, truly grateful these two have stuck around for the long haul. They know me better than anyone, and they have such a keen ability to remind me who I am. They take up so much room in my heart.
Every once in a while I get just a little too deep in my thoughts, and the overwhelming love I have for Maddie and Brooke falls over me like a big wave. From the time I was a scrawny 11-year-old, they have made me laugh, wiped my tears when I’ve cried, grounded me when I’ve felt overwhelmed, and forgiven me for the times I’ve messed up.
Their forgiveness and their love, their willingness to accept my soul with grace, is something I will forever be inspired by. We make fun of each other, we know each other’s quirks, and at the end of the day, we love each other just the same.
Our stories could fill a book, and each memory has created a beautiful braid of friendship over the years.
Life may take us in directions we will never expect, but the friendship I share with these two beautiful souls will span any distance, any time.
Mads and Brock Frazz, I love you dearly. I pray forever you both know that.
Here’s to all the years to come.