One can always make me laugh.
One found me a cat on Freecycle.
One checks in when I drop out.
One has helped me toss out some crap.
One calls me on my crap.
One is much taller than I expected.
One was silent for 20 years.
One knows what “Fierce!” means.
One knows what “Geronimo!” means.
One keeps me humble by beating me at Words With Friends more than I beat her.
One keeps playing Words With Friends with me even though I almost always win.
One plays “words with friends” for real by asking pesky questions, and letting me do the same.
One is a keen listener.
One senses what I haven’t said.
One crawled on her knees to help me stuff some swag bags.
One happily ferries me to and from the airport.
One gives me beauty advice but only when I ask.
One doesn’t know what a good writer she is.
One broke the news of her cancer so gently because she was more concerned for the hearts of the hearers than for her own self.
One has a comfortable division of labor when we go on camping and kayaking and road trips.
One fetched more firewood.
One holds my hand in church when I need it.
One has held me when I cried.
One gleefully worked with me to reorganize and alphabetize her mother’s extensive herbs and spices shelves.
One sends me homemade fruitcake every Christmas.
One baked the first two-layer cake she ever made in her life for my birthday.
One sings with me over the telephone.
One prays with me over the telephone.
One insists on helping with the dishes when she comes over for dinner.
One knows when something’s not right.
One tells me the truth when something in the dressing room is a NO.
One forgives me.
Some of these describe more than one woman. Some of these describe the same woman.
Linking up with Lisa-Jo Baker’s Five-Minute Fridays (which she graciously lets us link to even when it’s no longer Friday).