Little girls are funny. Ask any girl between the ages of 5 and ten and she’ll tell you exactly who her best friend is. You will probably end up finding out much more about “said friend” than you bargained for. Most likely, you will receive the information in the form of the world’s longest run-on sentence. “Jenny is my best friend in the whole world! We love playing Barbies and house and she is the mom and I’m the big sister and we make my little brother be the dad and sometimes he has to be the baby and we play hide and seek, and one time, Jenny hid in the tree in the back yard and I couldn’t find her for like five hours!” The thing about the female species is, we cling to other females who are similar to us, and when we are young we don’t necessarily see differences in each other. We’re friends with the girl next door and the one down the block, and probably the three that sit with us at lunch. As we grow up, and the girl next door moves or ones at lunch change classrooms we get new friends in their place. With age comes wisdom, and values.
As we grow older, we pick and choose our friends based on those values, and the things we want and need from our friends. When we are young, we all think our friends walk on water. With age however, we also gain a little bit of stubbornness. Needless to say, when we met each other, we didn't jump straight to canonizing anyone.
We didn’t always like each other and we definitely didn’t worship the ground the each other walked on. It took time, some late nights, a ton of struggles, and a lot of tears but we found it; the piece of each of our hearts that lied within four other girls. It was like they had all known me forever. I have no clue when it happened and I don’t remember any one moment where I realized that these girls were my soul mates; but there came a day when it wasn’t exciting to have them by my side at all times, it was normal, it was comfort.
