Lately I have been feeling a little lost without a friend. Moving to SC was great in a lot of ways, but we have found ourselves devoid of any close friends here for the first time. In all our other moves we were able to make a set of good friends who we could hang out with, laugh with and talk to. It is not SC's fault. It is more to do with the period we are at in our lives, but it doesn't make it suck any less.
I've been yearning for that friend who thinks I'm funny even when I'm just being strange. Who chooses to seek out my company and doesn't wait on me to do it all. Someone who stands by me when I'm happy, sad, angry, cranky or sick. Someone who is game to do all the crazy spontaneous things that pop up in my mind at the drop of a hat. Someone with whom I can be 100% completely, totally myself at all times.
And then it hit me. I already have all of that.
While I was making the one millionth circuit around the downstairs with my knees and ankles locked out, my arms extended with fingers out and palms facing inward, shouting "I. Am. A. Robot. I. Am. Going. To. Get. You" and listening to the near breathless hysterics of the little man I was chasing on yet another rainy day, it hit me: Wyatt is my best friend. And he is the best friend a gal could ever hope for.
So while I still would love to have fellow adult friendship and talk, laugh and do crazy non toddler things, I think I am pretty darn lucky right where I am at. I do have people I ride with on occasion, friends I text and commiserate with when they are having a bad day or celebrate with them when something good happens. I have people who randomly call me to say hello or drop a facebook message. But that one special person who is game for almost anything, who laughs at all my jokes and couldn't imagine me being anyone else even when my filter breaks and I say something I shouldn't have, well he just happens to be three years old, blonde and with the most gorgeous hazel eyes you have ever seen.