My Best friend Sarah and I have known each other since we were four years old and I skipped out of my classroom to be in hers.
We did everything together, went on family vacations, went to Dance class (she was the talented one) and made up routines to NKOTB (oh you know!)
I was the bossy one for about six months, then she was the bossy one for the next 24.5 years.
She played the violin, so I played the violin. I joined the Press Pack and wrote about Anne Fine, so she joined the Press Pack and wrote about Anne Fine (she'll kill me for that). She went to Sunday School so I went to Sunday School. Years later I went to Church and so she went to church and thank God we both did.
I got married in Maine and she came with me to be my Maid of Honour.
She got married in England so I flew back to be her Matron of Honour. That's right, Matron.
I had a baby and she loved him heart and soul.
She's having a baby and I'm already dreaming of the day I can hold him or her (I think it's a her) in my arms and tell her that her mummy is the most wonderful friend and sister I could ever have wished for.
And assuming she can still carry a tune she will be singing The Wind Beneath My Wings at my funeral or, should she die first, recording it on her death bed to be played at my funeral. When Greggy Weggy and Husby both pass away to the early grave we will both drive them to, Sarah and I will sit at the beach house in Maine talking about Mabel and swinging our necklaces.