My best friend is Emma. She is the extravert who "adopted" me back in like May. We go to a park together almost every day. Sometimes we go on runs together. We babysit for each other. We always share snacks. We visit her grandpa. We minister together. We go on walks in the woods. We ride horses. We swim together.
Now, she is like a sister to me. Sometimes I think about past Bri, from just a couple years ago. If you told me back then that I would have a friend as great as Emma, I wouldn't have believed you. I told myself for years that I didn't need a friend. That I was fine by myself. I liked doing my own thing and being independent. I thought those things in an effort to protect myself from the extreme loneliness I felt for so many years. And I did it for so long that I had actually begun to believe it, until Emma persistently reached out to me to do playdates. I turned her down a million times. But then I started to say yes. I'm so extremely grateful for her love and for her patience that helped me to break out of my cocoon I had built around myself.
Abby and her son, Ross, are best friends. They have played together countless times. It is so fun seeing them grow up together. Lately they've started sharing snacks with each other really well. Just today Abby was grabbing Goldfish out of the tupperware and handing handfuls of them to Ross, which made him very happy. Also Ross was pushing the trash can at the park around and laughing his head off, and it cracked Abby up something serious. I hope they are friends forever!
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