She can tell you every single memory of our lives; what we were wearing, who was there, what was said and the craziness that ensued.
She probably knows me the best, as she as known me the longest. But, in reality, she probably knows me the best because she has witnessed my deepest lows and stood by me through finding myself again.
She is my childhood friend who has seen me through my darkest of times, literally helping me bathe and go to the bathroom while in a body cast.
She is my faithful friend as she let me go when I chose to go to college out of state.
She is my adventurous friend who moved to the big city with me after college.
She is my humble and forgiving friend as we survived a terrible falling out.
She is my family as we have survived tragedy together.
She is my fellow warrior in fighting for her family and understanding the difficulties of infertility.
We’ve survived distance of all kinds to only come back together because of our own individual struggles.
The unspoken shame. The impossible decisions. The heart stealing and soul crushing losses. The life long costs of IVF.
Only to strengthen this lifelong friendship.
And, soon we will enter another chapter of our friendship when she becomes a mother for the first time in early June. When she asked me to be in the delivery room to coach her, along with her husband, there were only tears of joy as I realized I would be there for that magical moment to see one of our chosen children take her first breath.
It has been an honor to walk beside her through this journey of life. I am immensely thankful for our bumpy path as it has prepared us for the brutal survival of our own battles with infertility. And it is truly with a full heart that I look forward to this next chapter of seeing her become a loving, and grateful, mother.
I guess there really is only one thing to say to her.
Thank you… for being a true witness of me, for always seeing, knowing and loving me.
And, thank you for allowing me to be along for your ever upward.