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Day 18 - My best friend

I know the romantic thing to say is that your partner/spouse/etc. is your best friend.
As much as I love my James, there is one person who will always top him in the best friend stakes and that is Edel.



Edel and I met over fifteen years ago.
There was an open night at our secondary school and we spoke briefly.
A week or so later we met in a cafe in Ennistymon, bonded over our Boyzone keyrings and we haven't looked back since.
Edel is like a sister to me.
She can tell by the way I say hello on the phone if I am upset/happy/ or in need of a confession.
She can listen to me tell a story and know exactly what bits are true and untrue.
She is the one person I will trust with everything about me.
My fears, my complexes, my love sickness and my happiness.
She is such a huge part of my life that even my Dad has informally adopted her!

Even though we live on opposite sides of the country and don't see each other nearly often enough, when we do meet up it feels as if we saw each other the day before. The conversation kicks off without any hiccups.
Being honest we tend to see more of each other when one of us moves abroad!

We have seen each other through so much. Breakups, deaths, and now our friends marriages (eek!).
Through everything that has happened in my life I have had one constant.
Edel.
I don't know what I would do without her.
She is the best friend anyone could have.
I look forward to the day she gets married.
I will insist upon making a speech.
If I thought I could get away with walking her down the aisle I would!
Though i don't think I'd be as willing to give her away!
Everybody needs an Edel.
She may not be able to light a fire, sit without a bird crapping on her, or travel by bus without falling off the seat, but she is the best friend any girl could ask her.
That is why I love her to bits.
Thanks Edel!
xx


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