She’s Morgan.  My best friend forever.  The one I’ll probably grow old beside, and argue over prune juice and wheel of fortune.  To know her, is to love her, and that’s really all there is to say.  No fancy thesauraus terms, just love.  The kind that lasts forever, and through anything, the kind that lots of people don’t find in their entire lives.  Sometimes, when the wind blows softly I can’t help but thank whatever force of nature brought Morgan into my life, gratefulness whispered off chapped lips time and time again.

Thank you for loving me despite the fact that I cut cheese crooked, talk too loudly, and swear a bit too much.  Thank you for holding our childhood sentiments faithfully in your hands, for never forgetting Colby Moments or that time Mack fell in that pond, for the Chandler List and always thinking Jason and Liz should be together.  For the times when you remind me my Mum would be proud of me, that compliment from you means more than I could describe in this decade.

Thank you for it all.