This week is my FIFTEEN-year anniversary with my best friend Latichia ("Tisha") Marie Black. It amazes me, almost on a daily basis, how easy it is to talk to her and reassuring it is to my soul to know there's someone in the world that loves me so much and is so supportive of me as a person. And that I can so easily accept her as a part of my heart that will always be there.
So, here are some things I want to remember 'bout her...
We were in the same class off/on before we became best-friends in sixth grade. Once we went to our friend Jessie's slumber party. I really liked Tisha then...she was fun and spunky (and still is!). And, being not much different than I am now, I was all "don't you want to come stay the night with me" the next day...but she made her mom tell her that she couldn't. Again, not being much different than I am now, I didn't give up. So, one day I passed her a note in school asking if she wanted to come stay the night. She couldn’t that weekend (she had some Halloween festivities to go to in Ward), but she was up for playing together at recess. So, we played tetherball. She won. We played a lot and she ALWAYS won. Then we started swinging. And that we did that a serious lot. When it was time for recess we would run to the swings so we could get a set together. And we would swing. And sing. And be totally goofy 11/12-year old girls. During the winter, I had gloves and she didn’t, so we would each wear a glove and try to hold hands with our ungloved hand and swing together. A true friendship was born. Since then I don’t think there’s ever been a time that we wouldn’t give anything that one of us had to the other if needed.
We had lots of overnight (or weekend) stays together and we became a part of each other families…and we still are today. I love her family and she loves mine and each of them readily accept the other into their homes as often as we can see them.
We learned how to talk to each other. And to trust each other.
We wrote pages and pages and pages of notes when we sat right beside each other in class (though mostly teachers separated us since we liked to talk) and then when we lived a few hours apart…and still while we live a few states apart.
We went to dances together, got “crushed” together, and stood beside each other through some of our biggest days….and lots of normal-days where we could just enjoy being together.
I can tell her “my everything.” Big or small. Even the things that I think “oh, I’m such a dork for feeling this way”…and she always responds with something wonderful like (from today): “ I don't think that there's anyone else like you, Bec!! You're one of a kind...” I like that she’s not saying, “oh, everyone feels that way”…but certainly helps me feel okay with being who I am.
Almost two years ago she had a little girl and I fell in love with her again – that she was able to create this little, amazing person (with the help of her hubby) and be so great with her. She let me spend a whole day alone with her little one (hello – trust!) and it was hilarious to me ‘cause she was like “okay, well, call me if you need anything” and I was all “um, where’s my instruction book? Don’t you need to tell me when to feed her and what to feed her and when to put her to sleep.” Heh. No. It was great. It was better than great.
I wish that today I could be beside her and just have a huge hug and talk until she falls asleep…’cause she always falls asleep first……….
So, yeah, more years to come…
I'm one lucky girl.
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