I went to lunch with my friend Emily today after we tossed around 73 where should we go suggestions back and forth. Because she lives so far away, we don’t go to see one another nearly enough as either of us would like but I still count her as one of my very dearest friends. I could go on and and about how fantastic she is but you’re going to have to just trust me on this otherwise this will read like a terrible love letter.

I just realized that we’ve been friends for almost 20 years. TWENTY. That basically does’t even add up in my tiny brain but we have.

Today, in just a small, random moment she said the kindest thing about our friendship. I’m keeping the specifics in my pocket because it meant a lot to me (and you won’t care) but sometimes it’s nice to be reminded that you’re doing something that makes someone else feel good inside. Not all friendships are the same, a point Emily made today and so that means that they don’t all get the same space in your life. You can’t be afraid to let go when it’s necessary to do so but it’s just as important to know when you need to dig in and hold on tight.

Sure, friendship is about kindness and compassion and all that good stuff that you learn through the years, but it’s also about honesty and equality. I’d like to think that I am a good friend because I have good friends. They bring out the best in me and for that, I am eternally thankful.