My B-F

So, my dad has a best friend named Denny. He actually with all kidding aside calls Denny is "B-F." That is short for Best Friend in case you missed middle school. They have been "BF's" since highschool in Sand Springs Oklahom and meet each other every single Wednesday for a drink, play chess together every week and spend a few hours together each Saturday doing "something." It makes my heart smile every time I hear my dad talk about Denny and their long and faithful friendship. Everytime I hear about Denny, I think of my BF Micca.

Micca and I met during sorority rush in Drummond Hall the very first day we were at OSU. I was rooming with my highschool friend Suzanne, Micca rooming with her highschool friend Allison. I was roaming the halls, peeking inside rooms, assesing my new living situation wiht total trepidation when I passed Micca and Allison's room and saw that they had matching bedspreads and bedding - IDENTICAL to the matching bedding that Suzanne and I had chosen for our dorm room.

Not sure exactly what our first conversation was, but there have been many seamless, easy and life changing ones since. Instantly friends. Micca was truly the reason I didn'd freak out completely and leave OSU, return to Tulsa and sink into a deep depression. Come to think of it, Micca has been the reason I haven't freaked out and lost my mind MANY times for many reasons.

We seemed to "get eachother" immediatly. Have the same interests, humor, sense of self, ideas about the world. Plus we have a BLAST together. When most people were excited about the next party or football game or latest drama, Micca and I wanted to do was go to Lake McMurtry, take some beer, swim in the lake, go for a bike ride, or sit on a porch and hang out. I had always wanted a sister. Micca already had 2, but to me she was the best friend, sister, soul mate I never had. To this day, we will call each other and find out we have on the same outfit, are eating the same thing, doing the same things that day. . . Something. It is freaky.

Every talk, cry, moment that has been important, has been shared with Micca. She is undoubtedly the first person I run to first for things. We hardly need to explain things at this point... I can skip the history and the explaining and go straight to the laughs or frustrations. Somehow we know each others history... you know the stuff that goes WAY back that explains everything that happens in the present. She gets me. I get her. And it is never hard to tell her anything.

She is my best friend for so many reasons. She is infinitely kind, completely selfless, always positive, can make me laugh when I am at my lowest, the best listener I know, the hardest worker I know, can have fun siting in a chair with nothing around, always up for an adventure, is always honest but kind. Micca has seen me through the hardest days of my life and the best days of my life. I never need to apologize for my ugliness with her. She sees past it and knows it's just part of me.

She laughs at everything, has more fun than anyone I know. I LOVE her husband and consider him a great friend. She has a wonderful family. She loves my family. Peter adores she and Josh. My family hangs out with her, even when I can't.

The only thing wrong is that she lives in Oklahoma, I live in Montana. BUT, it never gets in the way of our friendship. I feel like she is right next door most of the time. I am completely jealous of anyone who gets to see her and hang out on a regular basis.

I love you and miss you Mic and just had to get this all off my chest today... and tell everyone how great you are!

So, as my dad has grown old with his BF Denny, I am assured of so many more years with my BF... I can only imagine all the things that we will have talked about by the time we are 57!