If only she were here...

There are those days when something happens and there's this perfect person you want to run and tell all about it and you immediately want to call or text that person.  But reality sets in and I know my sweet friend won't be on the other end of that phone.  My sweet friend...the one who loves jokes, laughing, boy talk, sarcasm, inappropriateness, awkward moments...the one who always had a smile on her face, an encouraging word...the one who loves to dance, to sing, to be creative, to take pictures...my sweet friend who is far more courageous than any person I've met in my life won't ever be able to be my "perfect person" again.  So I take a deep breath, remember my little rebel, and laugh a little to myself because I know she'd be laughing right there with me if she could.  I miss my sweet friend, but rejoice that she is finally healed from what ailed her for too many years.