You have been my Best of all buds, greatest of all pals, friendliest of all friends for 20 years. That's right...TWENTY years. Last week we celebrated turning a quarter of a century old together, and I feel like there is no better time to tell you how much you mean to me.
You know how when someone special walks into your life and you just know they're not going anywhere? Well, when you walked into Ms. Blackley's Kindergarten class wearing your pink Minnie Mouse sweater, with your cute pony tail and your Oklahoma accent, let's just say I knew (in my 5 year old heart) that you were gonna be BIG in my life. I know you didn't talk much, and you were a shy little booger until recess, but. Girl. I knew. I'm telling you. I knew.
Remember how we used to sneak out at night in high school and go to our special spot on Mosher and Prescott Hights to stare at the stars (wait..Sandra (Becky's Mom), and my Dad, if you're reading this, you know we love you and nothing bad ever happened! haha)? When we were each other's only reaaaall friends? When we would turn up Rancid and AFI on the speakers I stole from my Brother when he moved out? When we would jump on my two twin beds that we pushed together? When we would tell eachother goodnight in our "devil voices" and freak ourselves out and beg eachother to stop? When you would giggle incessantly in your sleep and finally, at 4AM, I would say "BECKY! Shuuutt uppppp!" and you would scoff and walk into the bathroom? When we made videos while you pushed me around in a K-Mart cart pumping punk tunes into the camera with headphones? Straight up not giving a fuck? Remember that? Remember when we would eat Slim-Jims on the swing sets in the Safeway shopping center and talk about moving in together when we turned 18....
(uuhhmmkk, here I get a lil more serious)
Remember how, when we were about to graduate High School and we weren't always good friends to eachother? How we totally broke down when you were cutting my hair one day that Summer and we apologized and vowed to love each other forever? Becky, I knew after that that you aren't just my best friend...you are my sister...and we had to do that in order to part ways and embark on our next adventure without the one friend that knew us the best. Remember when my Mom passed just three years ago, and while we lived in two different (very distant) cities, I knew it was you that could help me through despite the distance in your own special way? How I would call you and we would talk for hours as if no time had passed and you would give me reassurance that I was going about everything right and that I could still graduate College and make my Mom proud? Remember how much I love your family just as much as my own, and how many times your Mom gave me guidance and hugs right when I needed them? How your sister would drive us around and you guys would sing Jewel and a few other embarrassing artists?
Becky, remember how you have always been patient with me? Remember how you bring out the best in me even when I'm being an insane butthole? How I've never told you this, but I see so much in you that makes me want to do better, to be better, and how I know that you love me even if I don't do all that? Well, you do. And you are. Seriously, if we were ever going to be lesbians, I think we'd do that together (don't you?).
I love you, Becky Rae McLemore. So I put it on the internet, on my little blog so you can always read this and know I'm always here.
Love you big time,
Adiebug (because you're one of the few friends that knows me well enough and long enough to call me that)
Below are pictures of Becky and me celebrating our 25th birthdays together (we were born a day apart), and I will cherish them forever and ever and ever. I can't wait to add our 40th birthday party to this, our 62nd, our 70th, our 80th....
Goodnight, everyone. I'll be back soon with some incredible news and a request for each and every one of you to cross your fingers:) eeee!
