Phone Calls from a Best Friend

I'm really grateful for my best friend. I'm grateful we can pick up the phone when we are struggling and not have to say ten words before all the thoughts and feelings are out and understood. There is no criticism, no guilty feelings-just an understanding that surpasses everything and anything.

I love thinking that I need to call and dump everything on her-and then when she picks up the phone, I can hear the desperation in her voice and know she needs me more in that moment. And then, as I let her drain out the mess that has built up, I am humbled by how well I know her exact feelings and how because of my own struggles-I can say the words she needs to hear and the words she wants to hear.

And then we laugh, because we both know we need to talk more-but life always gets in the way. So then we laugh/cry at how grateful we both are to have that other person who will pick up the phone and call to complain, who instead becomes the listener, and in the process we both feel better.

So you see, just when I think I'm going to break from it all-I get a phone call from my best friend that reminds me that everyone is struggling and needs a little love.