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Follow Friday: A friend in need

This week's Follow Friday is dedicated to one of my oldest friends. I am blessed with many dear people in my life so I hope that nobody feels offended or slighted by this post.

Jamie has been my friend for as long as I can remember. In fact, I don't remember not knowing her. I think we met sometime around Kindergarten. We lived only a few blocks from each other and even though we were a year apart in school and only attended the same school for 2 years, we were constant companions in childhood. 














 This is not a childhood picture of me and Jamie...but it could be. This is actually a birthday card she sent to me years ago. It hangs on my bedroom mirror and constantly reminds me of our friendship.

Summers were spent riding bikes, swimming together, pining over boys (both those in our school as well as impossible celebrities), playing games, creating crafts (oh, the friendship bracelet obsession!) and making mischief (ask her about the Pepto Bismol story!). In many ways, Jamie is the sister I never had. We've laughed together, cried together, and totally pissed each other off numerous times. Jamie also likes to remind me (incessantly) that Roger was the only boyfriend I ever had that she actually thought was good for me. Maybe that's why I married him. He received official "best friend" approval. 

I don't think there is anything we wouldn't do for one another.

Case in point: yesterday, I booted up my computer and was greeted with this message. 

I couldn't even run the computer in safe mode. If any of you have ever seen this screen, you may know it as the blue screen of death. I had recently downloaded some new Adobe software and apparently the computer was freaking out on me. 

I tried Googling some possible solutions but wasn't finding anything solid so....I looked to my best friend. Who also happens to be a computer expert.  She was still at work but promised to call me on her way home. We talked through some solutions. They didn't work. She researched some more. At 10:30 PM she called me with more information. We tried a few things. Long story short, Jamie to the rescue!

She joked that a shout-out on Twitter was in order. She got her shout-out but I don't think that was nearly enough. Hence, this post. 

Here's the thing: Jamie and I are best friends but we don't talk every day. In fact, since Charlotte's illness and death, we've kind of grown apart. It's complicated. 

But here is what I know: we are and will always be there for one another. We are so much like family that we don't need to talk every day to know that our friendship remains solid and intact. I know that when I call her (or if she calls me), we are there for one another. 

For anything. 

That's what friends are for. Happy Friday!

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