Warning: This blog will be slightly sappy and I don’t care.
It’s Valentines weekend and my heart belongs to my best friend (until Jesus sends me a man). I have had friends come and go, relationships change over the years…but Sierra has been constant for a long time.
My best friend is pretty great. No, she is more than pretty great. She is kind, she is smart, she is strongly opinionated, she is brave, she is wise beyond her years, she is a wonderful wife and mommy to 4 kids, she is nerdy, she is not a pushover, she is strong, and she is one of the most hilarious people I know.
We also have the same name…Sierra. We also have the same middle name only I spell mine “Nichole”. Weird and awesome.
We have known each other since we were little but became close friends about 6 and a half years ago. We literally spent every single day together.
Last year at this time I moved 3 hours away to help plant a church and we don’t see each other much but our friendship hasn’t changed-it adjusted.
Sierra has loved me through the deepest heartaches I ever could imagine, she has cried with me, listened to me rant and be ridiculous (and sometimes sits there trying not to smile while I am ranting). Sierra has been my secret keeper, a person I trust with my whole heart, someone I can rely on and always know she will be truthful with me-even when it hurts and I don’t want to hear it. She celebrates my victories with me, believes in me, encourages me when I feel terrible, is happy for me, doesn’t compete with me (unless we are playing Lord of the Rings Trivial Pursuit or Dutch Blitz).
Sierra, thank you for being the one who has stuck by my side. Thank you for staying through all the “stuff”. Thank you for always having my back. Thank you for being real with me. Thank you for fighting for our friendship when we were ready to walk. Thank you for deep discussions, awkward “medical” conversations, walking through loss with me, thank you for silly conversations, thank you for late nights dreaming about the future. Thanks for laughing with me and crying with me. Thanks for being someone who really and truly understands and gets me and never makes me apologize for being me.
I cannot wait to be married and we can take those family vacations we have talked about!
Lastly, thank you for being an incredible woman of God. You are such a beautiful example of Christ-His love, His faithfulness, His loyalty.
You’re my favorite and I love you.
“Through every troubled mile you stayed with me”-Frodo