DAY 10: Your Best Friend
This is a term I use sparingly. It’s always struck me as such an exclusive expression, while the shortened versions of BF or BFF acronym takes some of the cliqueyness out of it. I guess I’ll talk about my husband, cos at this point in my life, clichéd as it may be, he is my best friend.
There’s two ways I could go with this topic and right now I’m not sure which one will prevail. 1. Describe my husband or 2. Talk about friendship Maybe I’ll write on both. Or maybe neither.
A friend once told me that couples usually have one of two ways of communicating: friendship or flirting. “Your parents are friends,” she said admiringly. Right then, she was a little embarrassed of her parents, who couldn’t have normal everyday conversations without weird little giggles and silly tones of voice. This was a 14-year-old’s point of view, at a time when we were still watching all the adults around us so we could learn to be adults ourselves. I’m not sure this is assessment is completely true and ideally, I want my marriage to have a little of both.
I really don’t know or haven’t thought much about different kinds of relationships. I have thought about this teenaged conversation sometimes, not often, nor long. I knew always that I wanted friendship. I wanted to be able to say what I thought, do weird things, wear ugly clothes with imperfect hair sometimes. I wanted to know that my value in my husband’s eyes wasn’t diminished when I had dirt under my fingernails or didn’t giggle serenely at everything he said .
I’m the luckiest girl alive. I have a (good, Jesus-loving) husband who is also my best friend.
Friendship goes two ways. Occasionally I wish it didn’t. I want BTT to be a good friendly friend who accepts my quirks, admires my talents, has days-long conversations with me, helps me with all the things I fail at, listens to me talk half the night, laughs with me at all “our” kids’ adorable moments, just hangs out and does nothing with me. I want him to do all things that a friend does. Receiving friendship feels good.
When it comes down to writing about my best friend, I can’t stop thinking about myself. Am I the best friend to BTT that he is to me?
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