To you, whom it most definitely concerns:
Remember the time you made me laugh so hard I went silent, tears streaming down the sides of my cheeks, unsure if I’d ever breathe again? I wanted to say thank you.
Or the time you left tiny purple flowers and a paper airplane under the wipers of my car? Thank you for that. I loved it.
Remember when you taught me how to grow watermelon in the garden? Thank you for introducing me to the beauty of soil and water and growth.
Or you! How about that time you took my hands, jumped up and down, and danced and squealed with me like seven-year-old girls, though we were absolutely in our twenties? Thank you so much.
Thank you for your patience, when I was prideful and snippy and self-absorbed. You could have changed your whole mind about me, but instead you loved me. For that, I’m so grateful.
Thank you for the time you smiled at me. I really needed that.
How about when you sat in the car and drank luke-warm coffee with me, talking about everything and nothing, friendship buzzing and becoming? Thank you so much.
Remember the time you said something kind to me, and I replied awkwardly, not knowing how to receive it, kicking my way back to the curb I thought was my home? Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Your words lift me.
Oh gosh, remember when I was the new kid in class and everything around me was hell, but you told me your name and let me use your strawberry “perfume” and we stuck like glue at gym class, sun beating on our backs day in and out in that city heat? Thank you. You noticed me. I’ll never forget it.
Thank you for that time when I was growing and getting bigger and stronger, but you carried me to bed anyway.
Oh! And that time you sent me a note in the mail because you thought about me, and loved me, and wanted to share it with me? Thank you so much.
How about that time in high school when you threw me a surprise party, there at your aunt’s house, and everyone was there – loving me and celebrating my life. You let me be myself and you told me I was cool with my piecey crimped hair and Walmart jeans.You let me feel a part of everything, because you believed I was and you loved me deeply. You were my courage sister. Thank you.
Remember the many times you prayed for me with intense devotion? Thank you.
Remember when you told me that I love people well, and that I was actually meant for it? Thank you. Thank you for believing in me.
How about that time I got so insecure and scrambled my way through our conversation, hurting you with my volcano words, and remember? You forgave me, with sincerity. Thank you. That was so kind.
Remember when you chose graceful support over judgement? Thank you so much. That let me be free.
Oh, oh! How about that time we stayed up late in the night listening to movie soundtracks and boy bands, there in the mountain cabin? We played in the snow and drank in our friendship and I wanted to say thank you.
Thank you for asking me how I am, and for not letting me answer with a sweep of obscurity. Thank you for investigating and truly caring and being with me in the truth behind that question. Your desire to truly know me makes me feel so very loved.
Remember the time you bear-hugged me longer than I felt comfortable? It really made me feel adored and known. Thank you.
Thank you for the time you invited me to that thing. And that other time, too. I needed to know I was wanted, and that was so kind.
Thank you for that thoughtful gift you gave me! Your whole heart went into it, and that made me feel so valuable!
I remember a season when you pushed me into strength, into character, and into deeper peace. Thank you so much.
How about that time we lingered long after breakfast together, sitting and chatting as the people passed our table, about all things life and boys and friendships, singing the same lines of rap songs like we were so legit? You always brought with you genuine love, and a playful wit. Thank you.
Thank you for giving me a curve to learn on. For respecting the time it takes to work issues out, and for sticking with me when I haven’t quite gotten it yet.
Remember the time you let me in? You shared your story and soul and you trusted me? I’m so grateful. Thank you for letting me be a safe friend to you.
Oh! Gosh! How can I forget? Those times you fed me amazing food with an ease of selflessness and generosity? Thank you so so much! It was delicious.
Remember the time you let me be cranky and whiney and irritable, still choosing to like me, despite? Thank you. And bless you.
Thank you for sharing that bite of cake with me. That felt like family.
Remember the time you felt my excitement with me and you let my joy become your joy? Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Or how about that whole length of time where you supported me in the search for my truest self? You explored with me and asked me questions, you let me ramble and run in circles. Thank you.
Thank you for offering to drive, friend. You’re a great driver and I’ll totally throw you five bucks.
Remember the time you told me you loved me? That was so brave to say. Thank you.
Or that one time when you read books next to me for the entire day, stopping to discuss a moment here and a quip there? You’re the best kind of friend for doing everything and nothing with. Thank you.
Remember when you decided I was worth your life-time covenant? Remember when you chose me? Thank you. That changed everything.
How about that time you spoke to my soul without words, just by your friendship and presence and honored respect for my uniqueness? Wow. Thank you.
Thank you for telling me I had something in my teeth. Really, thank you. That’s a good friend.
And, of course, thank you for that time when you sat in the dark with me, in that awful pit, reminding me that love is greater than fear and that this wouldn’t last forever. You told me I was doing great, and that something new was coming. I’m so grateful.
Thank you for all of it. For your life next to mine, your love when I didn’t deserve it, your words when I needed encouragement, your spirit urging me on. Thank you, thank you, thank you! Today, I am so very grateful for you.
With deepest affection and admiration,