There is no possible way I could ever describe how much I love Andrea. I don't think I realized how lucky I was to have her until we were in college. I always knew I was blessed to be able to call her my best friend, but it took a while to realize that our friendship isn't something that comes along very often. I have realized that not everyone gets so lucky in life to have someone who is literally like a soul mate of a friend. We know each other backward and forward. Being around her is like a breath of fresh air.
I have always been a social person. I am thankful that I can make friends easily. I have older friends, younger friends, talkative friends and quiet friends. I feel like I love people of all types. But, there is just something about having a friend that is exactly like me, but also has qualities that are different than mine. She makes me think, makes me laugh, and makes me want to be better.
Andrea just came 'home' for a week and a half. We spent so much time together and I had almost forgotten how much I missed her. We got to see a lot of friends, we played, and we talked. I keep trying to convince her that this is where she needs to be. Andrea is adventurous like me. She likes to get out and do things. We are always on the go and I love that. She's fun. We walked, went to the lake, had a campfire, and even chased chickens and put apples in the road for cars to run over. She's funny. Oh, so funny.
Andre's family was my second family. Her home my second home. Since I lived 20 miles from school, I spent a lot of time at her house. I feel like I grew up there. I love her parents so much and feel like I am part of the family. Andrea and I have done everything together. We played basketball and ran track together. We were on the same relay teams. We scheduled all of our classes together. We went to college together, roomed together for 3 years, took classes together and had the same major. We vacationed together, cooked up awful tasting meals, climbed trees, played apple baseball, and hung out when our friends were out partying. When her mom got cancer I cried and cried. When we had our accident, she cried and cried. We experience everything together. The highs and lows, ups and downs.
While she was here we went walking late at night. I left Matt and my munchkins sleeping and we just walked around town for hours and hours. We talked and talked. Well, I mostly talked. I can tell her anything. I didn't realize how much I needed to just talk. Andrea understands me. She is the best listener. She sympathizes, laughs with me and cries with me. She has intuition and an innate sense to feel for other people. As we walked she asked, "how's your heart?" and I almost burst into tears. It's nice to know someone senses how you feel and really cares.
Andrea has always been known as the nicest person to walk the earth. Everyone that has ever met her talks about how sweet she is. She is the best example. She is always trying to improve herself; she does what is right. Despite her constant efforts to be her best self, she is the least judgemental person I've met. She loves everyone.
I could go on and on, but my words really seem so inadequate. How do you describe someone who literally completes your soul? Maybe that sounds cheesy, but it's true. She is me, plus everything I'm not. I have always been grateful to have a best friend, but now I know how truly blessed I am, and how rare a friend like her really is.