Duckie, my BFF
We’re closer than sisters. My best friend on the planet, Stacy…I call her Duckie as you know…and to describe her is like trying to tell a blind man what a sunrise looks like. It’s a little difficult. When I first met Stacy, we were very young…somewhere between kindergarten and Northwood Elementary…we don’t remember the exact date. But I do remember thinking…she’s nuts and I like that. There is no one on the planet that can make me laugh like my Duckie. When this picture was taken by my Daddy back in the early 80’s…somewhere along a hiking trail in the NC mountains…I don’t think either of us realized how strong a bond we would have. We’ve weathered many storms…divorces, children, step-children, death. She has been my conscience, my confidant…my friend through it all. When Mama was dying…she was right beside me. Considering she is like a 2nd daughter to my parents, and she was grieving too..she instead, held me up so I wouldn’t fall. I told her recently…she has been such a better friend to me, than I have ever been to her. How do you thank someone for being your sunrise all these many years?
Without Stacy, my life would be less colorful…less fun..less meaningful. I believe one reason we have remained so close…is that we both truly believe God brought us together. It doesn’t hurt that we have a lot of fun together and that we enjoy each other’s company, even if it’s just venting about the day’s unfair events…but it goes much deeper than that. We feel like soulmates. We joke around about one day, when all the kids have left the nest, and we have outlived our husbands (ok, I am still searching for hubby #3, third time’s a charm) and we’re old and gray…there we will be together in rocking chairs, sipping coffee together on a front porch somewhere watching the sunrise.
I hope we make it to that point…and that we will still be laughing about something.