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My Four Stars

2012 February 10

Last night I ended a long day of stressful meetings in Los Angeles with a round of drinks with one of my oldest and dearest friends (who just moved here from Toronto) and her visiting mom, who I have known for 20 years.

We laughed, we sipped wine, and we exchanged stories like we had seen each other just yesterday. Like we were 13 in the backseat of her mom’s car again. Like we had no place to go.

I have made a lot of friends in my lifetime and know a lot of really great people but my best friends have been the same since my teen years and it’s evenings like that that remind me why.

I have one who has taught me a lot about friendship and chasing your dreams.

One who has taught me a lot about family, being a good mama, and prioritizing the things that matter in life.

One who has taught me about ambition, career, being driven and more importantly, being kind.

And one, who is male, who has taught me a lot about not being a crazy girl.

They are those friends whose calls you may ignore when your hands are full, but if one ever came through in the middle of the night, you wouldn’t dream of rolling over.

Those friends you would give money to, not lend it, in time of need.

Those friends that got the first text about your babies’ births, before the news made its way to Facebook.

Those friends who you may judge just a tiny bit once in a while, but only because you truly want nothing but the very best for them.

Those friends whose voices you can go a month or two without hearing, but who never miss a beat once you connect.

Those friends who have seen you cry, really cry.

And have made you laugh. Really laugh.

And have, on occasion, disappointed you or made you mad…but for some reason, with them, it just doesn’t seem to matter in the long run.

Those friends.

I have come to realize that they don’t actually have a ton in common, except for me. But somehow I have so much in common with all of them.

I wish for so many things for my kids in this life. I wish for their health, of course. Their happiness, naturally. That they identify their dreams and then realize them. That they stay close to me and skater hubs forever (not geographically, but emotionally.)

But when I look back on these four friendships over twenty years, I hope my kids have their own stars.

And that they laugh and sip wine and tell stories when they are 13, 30, and beyond…

Like they have no place to go.

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  1. February 11, 2012

    Friendships like these make you feel like your home. My best friend is coming to visit me this week and I cannot tell you how excited I am to see her and so many things you mention ring true for our relationship. We are so different now, but our history is so much the same. I let her get away with shit I’d never allow with newer friendships. We’ve been crazy together, seen each at our worst, and best. I feel so lucky to totally relate to your post here because not everyone is as fortunate to have these types of connections.

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