To continue with Family and Friends Appreciation month (the entire month of June) I will continue celebrating the people in my life who make a difference, provide immeasurable joy and unconditional support.
Today's post is all about my partner in crime, catastrophe magnet, gorgeous, "hil"arious, bestie, Ms. Hilary.
I met Hilary about two years ago at work. Almost immediately I loved her. Usually I can tell right away (there are a couple of exceptions- you know who you are) if I'm going to love you, hate you, or simply coexist with you. Immediately I knew Hilary was "my kind of people. Hilary accepted my quirkiness, respected my privacy until I fully "let her in", and took all I could give her when she finally cracked my shell.
Hilary happens to be one of my favorite traveling companions, one of the first people I call when I'm pissed off, frustrated, happy, dying of laughter (or embarrassment) or when I have a juicy piece of gossip to deliver. We exchange an obscene number of texts every day (legitimately upwards of 50 [in and out] on any given day) and we talk almost non-stop in a language very few people understand, laced with code, inside jokes and nonsense that keeps us laughing.
In many ways, Hilary is my sanity, my comfort and my confidante.
Hilary has taken the bull by the horns where planning my wedding is concerned, is always up for a trip; anytime anywhere, and was the first person to haul over to our new house, 20 minutes after we were handed the keys.
My relationship with Hilary is something I share with very few people. I can simply text her one phrase, three letters long, and she knows to immediately pull out all the stops to cheer me up or call me to get the scoop.
Honestly, some days, it's Hilary that keeps me from quitting my job, plucking out my hair, smashing my computer, or going certifiably insane.
We find "trouble" wherever we go (your dick is out, zephyr, 243, roots) we laugh hysterically at things few people find amusing, and we can take the worst possible scenario (GAIN, JMATE) and make it memorable and funny. We have been to another country together (eh?) our Nation's Capitol, stuck on a subway for hours and hours, and trapped in a vehicle screaming at our GPS.
Hilary, you're my Jerry Maguire- for you, my lovie, I would hide the body.
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