We’ve been friends for nearly 22 years now. He’s seen me through 2 divorces and countless tears. He’s congratulated me on 3 births and listened to me cry about a miscarriage.
He has joined me at my table for Thanksgiving dinner.
He’s never forgotten my birthday.
He’s the kind of friend who would answer the phone at 2:00 a.m. and drive over to see me sobbing in a fuzzy robe with mascara all over my face, and eat ice cream with me until I felt better.
He’s the kind of friend who knew I didn’t have time for a good dinner before my evening dance class and left a home-cooked meal on the hood of my car.
Who does that?