I have a BFF.
You know…the kind of BFF who you don’t see very often…
but you know she’s there.
She’s there when you’re sad.
She’s there when you’re happy.
She’s there when you’re weary.
She’s there when you’re just plain old tired.
She tells me I don’t look fat.
She laughs at my jokes.
We have long phone conversations without silent places.
She’s seen me without makeup and didn’t scream.
And if I was lost she would find me.
I believe God made us BFF’s because he knew our Mom’s couldn’t handle us as sisters.
So when the BFF asks for something…
You don’t even hesitate.
You just do it.
And it all started with Franklin D. Roosevelt.
You gotta go.
When she gets home from a long hard day at work and she’s ready to pull her hair out…
there’s a nice surprise waiting for her…
because she’s your BFF
And you can’t image life without her.