Every now and then, a friend comes along that makes you think, “How did I ever make it this far in life without this person?” For me, that person presented herself a few years back in a 5’2” curlicued package.
I do not know what I would do without Greta.
She is as good a friend as they come. Loyal, feisty, creative, whimsical, and wise, she has been nothing but life support for me for the past several years. When I left Seattle back in September, she continually kept in touch throughout all of the little everyday moments: the thumb-twiddling at work, the ins-and-outs of relationships, the fears, the victories, the silly stories. She buoys my spirit, and naturally understands me better than almost anyone in the universe.
She has been in Nashville visiting this weekend, and despite all that we have done (late-night wine drinking, the Bluebird Café, the honky-tonks downtown, long walks through pretty neighborhoods, the Grand Ole Opry), the best part has been simply our conversations. Greta is a person who is articulate and emotionally intelligent, and our conversations are nourishing and soul-filling and so good for my heart. She gives me the space and the freedom to be exactly who I am, and yet has the rare ability to draw out my desire and will to be better. To try. To hope.
These days, I need that a lot.
Objectively, she is truly one of the most beautiful people that I know, and while I should feel like a gigantic, clumsy oaf standing next to her dainty, feminine, stylish self, I mostly just feel great about me. She really loves me, and I love her, and this is the kind of friend that I want in my life forever.