My oldest and dearest friend is Monnie. I’ve known her for 47 years…my entire life. She’s the closest that I’ve ever come to having a sister. I know some of you are thinking, “how can you have known someone for your entire life?” Easy, it all started here;That’s our moms. Our parents purchased houses 5 doors from one another in 1957 and our moms were often pregnant at the same time.
Monnie and I are one month apart so, our moms were pregnant at the same time(again) with us. We did everything together…went to the same elementary, junior and senior high school together.
That’s us on going to school for the very first time…I love how we’re holding hands. And yes, I still tease her about that too short dress her mom put on her. That chick knows everything there is to know about me…the good, the bad and the ugly and we’ve remained friends through is all. We were inseparable growing up. If she wasn’t at my house, I was at hers….being only 5 houses away had its advantages.
She was always taller than me but, people still would get us confused. I guess because, we were always together. Our history is deep, with so many memories. She’s a member of my family….a part of who I am. When I see her, I see an extension of myself. Just hearing her voice makes me smile. She can make me laugh like no other friend can…I think it’s because she has an arsenal of memories to pull from.
We know one another inside and out. When I got married in ’91, I knew she would never be in the bridal party…she just ain’t that kinda girl. I knew she’d be there though…and she was. Calming my nervous jitters as only she could do, she found an aisle seat, waited for me to pass and then said something totally insane (something you really shouldn’t say) in church…yeah, it was nasty.
I love her…she loves me. We’ve celebrated milestones and endured heartache together. She’s given me 47 years of unconditional love and support.
She is more than a best friend…she is my sister.