Sometimes you go camping in Yellowstone and forget the tent poles, so instead you sleep under the stars blissfully (except for the moments when you're thinking about bears).
Some might say our friendship started in fifth grade, when she was Queen of the Monkey Bars and I was but a humble servant who wasn't cool enough to be her friend. Luckily, sixth grade put us in the same homeroom and we had done some growing up over that fateful summer. Middle school was a blur of bad makeup, bad hair and bad selfies combined with silly drama about things like two of our friends who had a crush on the same boy when neither of them had actually ever spoken to him.
High school was a bit more serious. We leaned on each other with everything we had. We alternated convincing one another that everything was going to be alright. We traveled together after we graduated and we fought once. It was because I did the dishes when it was supposed to be her turn.
Now suddenly we're here, about to graduate from college, and it's incredible to me that tonight, when we Skyped for the first time in a few months, it was instant comfort. Instant laughter. Instant happiness. So much goodness that you just can't even believe how lucky you are to have it. It's rare that we find people like this: people who don't feel like they have to make you smile when what seems like the worst thing in the world is happening. Instead, they cry with you, and listen so intently it's like your words are made of gold.
So you know what I mean when I say that she's just one of those people. One of those people who I can't imagine living without, and who I hope I never have to. Cheers to at least fifty more years of friendship and fingers crossed that on my 72nd birthday, we'll still be making inappropriate jokes.