Dear Mrs. Spiderlegs,
It hasn't fully hit me that you're really moving. I kind of hope it doesn't; I don't know if I can handle that.
I'm so excited for you and the Mr. I know this is an amazing opportunity for you two. You will be so terrific with those kids; I can just see you flourishing when you talk about it.
But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't going to miss you. I just can't seem to talk to anyone like I talk to you. You know things about me that only my husband knows.
Who knew that walking into my first college English class that I would come face to face with the girl who would become my best friend? I never would have thought; so much that I hardly remember our first meetings. I know your hair was some crazy color & you missed so much class (and yet you got a better grade than I did....I think the teacher had the hots for you).
I don't remember how we really got talking except maybe through Big A or Campus Crusades. I'm so glad we did, though. I think we've seen one another at our lowest points and our highest.
I'll never forget when I asked you to be my bridesmaid when we were laying around on cots after a hard day's work in Mississippi after Hurricane Katrina. I always loved to come to your dorm room or house to hang out - and not only to get away from my roommates. Your wedding was so special to me being the matron of honor. I felt beautiful even through my tear-streaked face (that just wouldn't stop crying) and pregnant puffiness.
Thank you so much for being in the delivery room when Moose was born. You got the first pictures (and video - which I still need bc no one needs to see that!) of my son, your godson. I appreciate you holding my leg (and apologize for what you had to see; I know how traumatic and gut-wrenching it was). Sorry you were sick for 2 weeks afterwards. :) You've always been present at my most vulnerable and life-changing times.
Thank you for being real with me and showing me you. I know it's hard for you to open up sometimes and I know you like to be a loner. It has meant so much to me to be your friend. Thank you for crying in front of me and letting me (try to) comfort you. My shoulder is always open to you.
Thank you for listening to me complain about....everything. You listen to all of my complaints: big and small, important or stupid. It means everything to me that you never demean me or tell me that my problems aren't important. You listen to my worries as if they are all as important as one another, even when you have more important things on your mind.
I know I have another week with you, but I know we won't get to spend much time together. You do have to see me at least once before your party: I have all of your dresses. Speaking of which, thanks for always letting me into your closet and making me wear your clothes & feel beautiful. What will I wear without you?
I have so much more to say to you, but this is the most important: please don't forget me. I know I won't be able to forget you. If you lose touch with me, I'll track you down. Because I've never had nor will I ever have another friend like you.
I love you, my dearest friend,