She remembers the name of my first boyfriend...and the fact that she kissed him first.
She remembers all of my misdeeds...with what appears to be a photographic memory.
She hears past "I'm fine"...and waits for me to spill the beans.
She makes fun of me...and helps me make fun of me too.
She pulls me back to reality and grounds me...lest I stay in the clouds for too long.
She will answer any question I ask...and asks me the questions I need to ask myself.
She makes me laugh...'til I cry or pee my pants.
She tells me if I'm being an idiot...but with love and understanding.
And she wants nothing more, than for me to be who I am.
Some of us are lucky enough to have people in our lives (siblings, friends, other relatives) who don't judge us, who have known us since the days when we thought Scott Baio was the cat's meow, who critique our dancing with the very best of intentions, and who stand up for us when we can't see clearly enough to do it ourselves.
We need to cherish those people. They are our life lines to our past...and to our future. Thanks, Audrey, for being who you are...tattletale and all. :)